{title: Flow Gently Sweet Afton}
{meta: credit_status unverified}
{meta: source https://www.jasonpaul.net/songs/flow-gently-sweet-afton/}
{capo: 0}
{c: Verse 1}
Flow [E]gently sweet Afton, a[A]mong thy green [E]braes
Flow gently, [B]I'll [E]sing thee a song in [F#7]thy [B]praise.
My [E]Mary's asleep by thy [A]murmuring [E]stream
Flow gently [B]sweet [E]Afton, [A]dis[E]urb not [B7]her [E]dream.

Thou[B] stockdove whose echo re[F#7]sounds from the [B]glen
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in [F#7]yon thorny [B]den
[B9]thou [E]green crested lapwing, thy [A]screaming for[E]bear
I charge you, [B]dis[E]turb not [A]my [E]slumber[B7]ing [E]fair.

{c: Verse 2}
How [E]lofty sweet Afton, thy [A]neighboring [E]hills
Far marked with [B]the [E]courses of clear wind[F#7]ing [B]rills
There [E]daily I wander as [A]morn rises [E]high
My flocks and [B]my [E]Mary's [A]sweet [E]cot in [B7]my [E]eye

How [B]pleasant thy banks and green [F#7]valleys be[B]low
Where wild in the woodlands the [F#7]primroses [B]blow

[B9]There [E]oft as mild evening creeps [A]over the [E]lea
The sweet scented [B]birk [E]shades [A]my [E]Mary [B7]and [E]me

{c: Verse 3}
Thy [E]crystal stream Afton, how [A]lovely it [E]glides
And winds by [B]the [E]cot where my Mary [F#7]re[B]sides
How [E]wanton thy waters her [A]snowy feet [E]lave
As gath'ring [B]sweet [E]flow'rets, [A]she [E]stems thy [B7]clear [E]wave

Flow [B]gently sweet Afton, a[F#7]mong thy green [B]braes
Flow gently sweet river, the [F#7]theme of my [E]lays

[B9]My [E]Mary's asleep by thy [A]murmoring [E]stream
Flow gently [B]sweet [E]Afton, [A]dis[E]turb not [B7]her [E]dream