Key: E
E
A long time ago
E
I turned to myself
A
And said,”you are my daughter”
E
I saw that the image
E
I saw there was well,
A
"so you are my daughter”
B
Well then maybe we’ve got
E
Something to talk about.
E
Who told you so?
E
That gold burns slow
A
Like coal camper’s candles
A
All lost in the snow
E
Lay down your arms
E
The war that I’m weaving
A
E
B
Is for you alone / Oh / Oh
E
Up on the sun where it never rains or snows
D
There’s an ocean
D
With a wind that never blows
E
And if you see it closer
E
Then the finer points will show
B
Not too much more
E
A
Too much more
B
Not too much more
E
A
Too much More