Тональность: F major•
Verse 1
F
Dm
F
Not with deserters
Bb
F
from the battle
Dm
Bb
F
That tears my land do I belong
To their coarse praise I do not listen
Dm
Bb
F
They shall not have from me one song
Verse 2
Bb
F
Poor exile, you are like a prisoner to me
Or one upon a bed of sickness
Dm
C
Dark your road, oh wanderer
Bb
C
F
Of wormwood smacks your ali en breath
Verse 3
F
Here into smoking fires that blacken
Dm
F
Bb
F
Our lives, the last of youth we throw
Who in the years behind us never
Dm
F
Bb
F
Sought to evade a single blow
Verse 4
F
you are like a prisoner to me
Or one upon a bed of sickness
C
Dark your road, oh wanderer
Of wormwood smacks your
Bb
C
F
ali en breath
Verse 5
F
We know that in the final reckoning
Dm
Bb
F
No hour will need apo logy
No people in the world are prouder
Dm
F
Bb
F
More tearless simpler than are we
Bb
Poor
Verse 6
Eb
Bb
F
exile, you are like a prisoner to me
Or one upon a bed of sickness
C
Dark your road, oh wanderer
Bb
C
F
Of wormwood smacks your alien breath
Bb
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