NATIVES (CHRISTY MOORE)
(starting in C)
C G C
For all of our languages we can't communicate
G Am
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here
Em Am C
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream
G Am
The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream
F G
Voices in anger, victims of history
Am G F G C
Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride.
C G C
With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives
G Am
Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise
Em Am C
Saviours and conquerors they make us wait
G Am
The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait
F G
With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame
Am G F G C
The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain.
C G C
For all of our languages we can't communicate
G Am
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here
Em Am C
The scars of the past are slow to disappear
G Am
The cries of the dead are always in our ears
F G
Only the very safe can talk about wrong or right
Am G F G C
Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight
C G C
For all of our languages we can't communicate
