Тональность: B major
Verse 1
C
G
C
G
C
He sits and he dreams,
D
where his campfire gleams,
G
C
An old man of tribal renown.
So sad and alone
D
in his true native home
G
C
A king without subjects or crown
F
His fears are at rest,
C
but the scars on his breast
G
Tell stories so brave without doubt
C
Now he's fighting his oar,
D
and he waits for the call
G
C
To go on that last walk about
The skill of the chase,
D
once the pride of his race
G
C
Now fading from memory fast
D
Like the wild kangaroo and stately emu,
G
C
Too soon will be things of the past.
F
There's a tale yet untold,
C
both tragic and old,
G
A tale far too long to describe.
C
How a merciless band,
D
with weapons in hand,
G
C
G
C
once slaughtered the pick of his tribe.
So he gathered more braves
D
from coastlands and caves
G
And trailed them through
And fell, are told,
D
like a wolf on the fold,
G
C
And humbled the pride of his foe.
F
But the brave he once led
C
are scattered and dead,
They've melted away like the dew.
G
C
And his waddy and shield
D
were left on the field
G
C
The day his last battle was through
His Louvre's asleep,
D
where the supple jacks creep
G
C
All the limbs of the Banksy a tree
And her funeral dirge
D
was the sad endless surge
G
C
Of the waves of the cold restless sea
F
Then disturb not his dreams
C
of bushlands and streams,
G
And deeds in the chase and the prey,
C
D
Ere an alien race, without pity or grace,
G
C
F
C
Had trampled the pride of Canae. you
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