Casting Crowns – City On The Hill (Guitar)

       Bm                      D
Did you hear of the city on the hill?

    A                  Em7
Said one old man to the other

              Bm                             D
It once shined bright and it would be shining still

        A                           Em7
But they all started turning on each other

Bm    D    A    Em7
Mmmmmmm

           Bm                             D
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow

       A                               Em7
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak

       Bm                           D
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish

       A                        Em7
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak

          G            D
And one by one they ran away

          A                         Em7
With their made up minds to leave it all behind

       G              D                      A
And the light began to fade in the city on a hill

              Bm    D   A   Em7
The city on a hill

        Bm                     D
Each one thought that they knew better

              A            Em7
But there were different by design

          Bm                D
Instead of standing strong together

              A             Em7
They let their differences divide

          G             D
And one by one they ran away

          A                          Em7
With their made up minds to leave it all behind

       G              D                     A
And the light began to fade in the city on a hill

              Bm    D   A
The city on a hill

        Em7                 Bm    D    A
And the world is searchin' still

              G
But it was the rhythm of the dancers that gave the poets life

          D                                  A
It was the spirit of the poets that gave the soldiers strength to fight

           G                                  Bm
It was the fire of the young ones, it was the wisdom of the old

          A                                          Bm   D   A   Em7   Bm  D  A
It was the story of the poor man that needed be told

            G
It is the rhythm of the dancers that gives the poets life

            D                                 A
It is the spirit of the poets that gives the soldiers strength to fight

           G                                 Bm
It is the fire of the young ones, it is the wisdom of the old

            A                                         Bm D A Em7    Bm   D   Asus
It is the story of the poor man that's needing to be told

        G                D
One by one, will we run away?

        A                         Em7
With our made up minds to leave it all behind

      G               D                     A
As the light begins to fade in the city on a hill?

      G                D
One by one, will we run away?

        A                         Em7
With our made up minds to leave it all behind

      G               D                     A
As the light begins to fade in the city on a hill?

               Bm    D    A
The city on a hill

        Em7                Bm     D
And the Father's calling still

    A              Em7           Bm    D
Come home…… To the city on the hill

    A
Come home