The Dreams Of The Morning Cifras

[Intro]
 
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[Verse]
G                                              Em
Forgive me, master, if I hear no rhyme in your glory ode
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As it was sung in the days of yore
Em              D
Now we sing our own
           G                                                           Em
You see, I got this dream of turning grey and having cleared off every plate
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And to never look to tomorrow's rogues
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To say they went too far today, hey!
 
 
   G                                                         Em
To long to awaken every soul from the calm that quells their storm
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From the peace that blinds them through the times
          Em                  D
When they should have gone to war
        G                                                               Em
Mother, cry and weep for your bright babe; Father, hold her through the rains
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Let the thieves not take her away from me
    Em            D            C
And turn her to a slave of the trades
G        D       G
   of the traay-ay-ades
       C         G    D   C
of the traay-ay-ades HEY
 
 
G
The dreams of the morning
           D
Let me not die mourning
                C
May the sirens turn a'shrugging
                  G
As we carry on a'laughing
      D          C                 G    Em    D
As we carry on a'laughing all the way
C                                 G
a'laughin all the laughin all the way
 
 
G                                                          Em
May there always be fish in your streams and water in your wells
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And to those that peddle empty heavens
                Em                  D
We'll take your silver and run like hell
          G                                                     Em
May there always be rage in your heart when a master brings the reigns
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To detest the thieves of our daughters and sons
     Em            D        C
And raise from the dead today
 
 
G
The dreams of the morning
               D
Let me not die mourning
                     C
May the devils come a'crying
                G
Carry me away a'laughing
      D                    C            G    Em D
As we all go a'laughing to storytelling graves
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To storytelling graves
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