Christy Moore – Natives (Guitar)

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For all of our languages we can't communicate

               G                        Am
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here

              Em        Am            C
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream

                  G            Am
The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream

          F                 G
Voices in anger, victims of history

              Am          G           F                 G   C
Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride.

                  C       G            C
With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives

                 G                     Am
Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise

             Em          Am          C
Saviours and conquerors they make us wait

               G                   Am
The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait

                    F                         G
With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame

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The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain.

                C        G           C
For all of our languages we can't communicate

               G                        Am
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here

                 Em        Am        C
The scars of the past are slow to disappear

                 G               Am
The cries of the dead are always in our ears

         F                        G
Only the very safe can talk about wrong or right

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Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight

                C       G           C
For all of our languages we can't communicate