Misc Originals – Dave Levinson - For Our Children (Guitar)
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[Intro]
¾ 4/4
A G A G F G A G F /// /// //// //// //// //// //// //// //// ////
[Verse 1]
G A G F You say you’ll be the one, president of the greening, G A G F You speak with a silver tongue, but I dont get your meaning. G A G F The skies are clounding fast, the world is spinning so, G A G F Why can’t we work it out, why does it have to go? (F ////)
[Chorus]
A G D C Em G For our children we want the best, the time is growing near, A G D C Em G When it’s too late to cry, the time has come to fear, Bm A G For our children, for our children, A Bm A For our children, for our children.
[Verse 2]
G A G F The winters are warmer now, we no longer see the snow. G A G F Dark angel is in the sky it’s time for us to go. G A G F The oceans are fouling now, the fish the cannot breathe, G A G F Can’t you see the storm a-rising, it’s time for us to leave. (F ////)
[Chorus]
A G D C Em G For our children we want the best, the time is growing near, A G D C Em G When it’s too late to cry, the time has come to fear, Bm A G For our children, for our children, A Bm A For our children, for our children.
[Bridge]
D E A G We sit and think about how life has passed us by, D E A G Too late to recriminate the time has come to try. D E A G We sit and think about how life has passed us by, D E A G Too late to recriminate the time has come to die.
Instrumental over Bridge Chords to (A)
D E A G D E A G A A
[Verse 3]
G A G F You say you’ll be the one, president of the greening, G A G F You speak with a silver tongue, but I dont get your meaning. G A G F The skies are clounding fast, the world is spinning so, G A G F Why can’t we work it out, why does it have to go? (F ////)
[Chorus]
A G D C Em G For our children we want the best, the time is growing near, A G D C Em G When it’s too late to cry, the time has come to fear, Bm A G For our children, for our children, A Bm A For our children, for our children.
[Outro]
A //// ///
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