Bryan Adams

✖

Тональность: ▼ 0 ▲

1 из 4

2 из 4

3 из 4

4 из 4

 

 

 

 

1 из 2

2 из 2

A                                            F#m7
I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
                                              E
The years have made me old, but they made me wise
                                   D
Now the white man lives where our rivers run
A                          F#m7
For now better days have passed
                                E
We walk the streets of broken glass
                         D
Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun

Chorus:
E                  F#m               D
Like dogs we were driven from this place
                               E
Such injustice time will not erase
           F#m                Bm7
All these changes cannot be undone

A                                 F#m7
When you feel the anger inside of you
                                       E
Hold your head high, let your aim be true
                                 D
Though your heart beats like a drum
    A        F#m7 E D
My native son

Once there was a time my little one
Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns
When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag - no broken truce
With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it
Time won't heal it now

Chorus:
With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones

For all we had there's nothin' left
We won't forgive - we can't forget
You know that your day will come
My native son

Chorus:
With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never be undone
When I was young - not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
My native son