Stained Glass Morning Chords

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Stained-Glass Morning
 
          D                             			     G 
Through a stained-glass morning they’re diggin’ in the green grass again
D						         G
Who’s 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 they’ll 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 they’ll never give her back the song he would sing
            D			    G 
And they’ll never give her back the child he would bring
            D			                           G 
And they’ll 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 couldn’t 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: José Duarte
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