NATIVES (CHRISTY MOORE)
(starting in C)
For all of our [C]languages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
Sons of their [Em]fathers' d[Am]ream the same [C]dream
The sound of forbi[G]dden words be[Am]comes a scream
Voices in [F]anger, victims of [G]history
Plundered and [Am]set aside, g[G]rown fat on [F]swallowed pride.[G][C]
With promises of p[C]aradise [G]and gifts of [C]beads and knives
Missionaries and [G]pioneers are soldiers [Am]in disguise
Saviours and [Em]conquerors t[Am]hey make us [C]wait
The fishers of [G]men they wave their [Am]truth like bait
With the touch of a [F]stranger's hand innocence [G]turns to shame
The spirit that [Am]dwelt within[G] now sleeps out [F]in the rain.[G][C]
For all of our l[C]anguages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
The scars of the [Em]past are s[Am]low to dis[C]appear
The cries of the [G]dead are always [Am]in our ears
Only the [F]very safe can talk about [G]wrong or right
Of those who are [Am]forced to choose[G] some will[F] choose to fight[G][C]
For all of our l[C]anguages[G] we can't co[C]mmunicate
(starting in C)
For all of our [C]languages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
Sons of their [Em]fathers' d[Am]ream the same [C]dream
The sound of forbi[G]dden words be[Am]comes a scream
Voices in [F]anger, victims of [G]history
Plundered and [Am]set aside, g[G]rown fat on [F]swallowed pride.[G][C]
With promises of p[C]aradise [G]and gifts of [C]beads and knives
Missionaries and [G]pioneers are soldiers [Am]in disguise
Saviours and [Em]conquerors t[Am]hey make us [C]wait
The fishers of [G]men they wave their [Am]truth like bait
With the touch of a [F]stranger's hand innocence [G]turns to shame
The spirit that [Am]dwelt within[G] now sleeps out [F]in the rain.[G][C]
For all of our l[C]anguages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
The scars of the [Em]past are s[Am]low to dis[C]appear
The cries of the [G]dead are always [Am]in our ears
Only the [F]very safe can talk about [G]wrong or right
Of those who are [Am]forced to choose[G] some will[F] choose to fight[G][C]
For all of our l[C]anguages[G] we can't co[C]mmunicate
