stained – glass morning
D G
through a stained – glass morning theyre diggin in the green grass again
D G
whos that mournin i have seen her face somewhere , but when
D G
well fold up the flag that was covering him
D G
give it to the woman that was lovin him
D G
and whisper that he died defending her liberty
Em A7 D
but theyll lay him six feet down in some far – off piece of ground
D7 G
with one stone markin him where three should be
chorus :
D G
cause theyll never give her back the song he would sing
D G
and theyll never give her back the child he would bring
D G
and theyll never give her back the brother they took from me
D G A D G D
through a stained – glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again
in the rain i hang mournin
a face i couldnt recognise , then
well fold up the flag that was coverin me
give it to the woman that was lovin me
then whisper that i died defending her liberty
but they laid me six feet down in some far – off piece of ground
with one stone markin me where three should be
chorus + :
through a stained – glass mornin
by : jose duarte
jtduarte1@gmail . com
stained – glass morning
D G
through a stained – glass morning theyre diggin in the green grass again
D G
whos that mournin i have seen her face somewhere , but when
D G
well fold up the flag that was covering him
D G
give it to the woman that was lovin him
D G
and whisper that he died defending her liberty
Em A7 D
but theyll lay him six feet down in some far – off piece of ground
D7 G
with one stone markin him where three should be
chorus :
D G
cause theyll never give her back the song he would sing
D G
and theyll never give her back the child he would bring
D G
and theyll never give her back the brother they took from me
D G A D G D
through a stained – glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again
in the rain i hang mournin
a face i couldnt recognise , then
well fold up the flag that was coverin me
give it to the woman that was lovin me
then whisper that i died defending her liberty
but they laid me six feet down in some far – off piece of ground
with one stone markin me where three should be
chorus + :
through a stained – glass mornin
by : jose duarte
jtduarte1@gmail . com
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