The Young Man Chords

 
Verse 1

 C5 

All on a Friday evening as the sun went down

 C5 

The body of a man who wore a thorn made crown

 C5 

Was carried to a graveyard in the fading light

 C5 

And laid with deep affection in a garden



Verse 2

 C5 

Up on the hill the shadow of his gallows fell

 C5 

And d as the sun descended lower still

 C5 

The ground was worn and bare where many feet had trod

 C5 

To watch the execution of the young man



Chorus

 C5  [with choral chordings]

C                 G   C    G    C    F   G    C

And what of me so dis-tant from that far gone place

F     C   Dm        C    Dm     G   C   Dm   Am  G

Still the wonder of that moment crosses  and space

G    C           G C  G  C    F   G  Am

With mystery and majesty none can explain

F   C  Dm       C  Dm  C  G  C  G   Dm    Dm-C

For it draws me to the story of the young ma-an



Verse 3

    C                            F C

The next day being Sabbath was a day of rest

    C                                         G C

And one of some reflection of the young man's friends

   C                        F C         Dm C

No longer messianic zeal consumed their hearts

     C

Just sorrow for the killing of the young man



Verse 4

    C                                   F C        Dm C

And I suppose some tears were shed 'til sleep came last

     C                                      G C

Then rising early morning once the Sabbath passed

  C                                F C

A woman made her way to find the garden tomb

   C                                  F C   C

To leave some oil and flowers for the young man



Verse 5

    C                                   F C

Now history tells of heavy stone to bar the way

G C                               F C  F2 C

Was fixed by many soldiers on the open grave

    C                                 F C

For when she found it rolled aside an emptied tomb

    C

She grieved the stolen body of the young man



Verse 6

  C                                  F C         Dm C

A gardener called her by her name as she kneeled down 

    C                                    F C

And asked her why she searched about the burial ground

    C                                 F C          Dm C

And wiping bitter tears away with the dawn's first light

    C                          Dm C  C 

She saw the risen glory of the young man