Sons Of Ukulele Chords

Sons Of
 
Dadd9       D      Dmaj7       D
Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Dadd9       D         G      A7
Who is the child with no complaint
Em          Em7      Em6    Em7
Sons of the great or sons unknown
         A7       D
All were children like your own
    Dadd9      D           Dmaj7    D
The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
    Dadd9    D          Gmaj7
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
G           Bm       A      Bb+
Sons of the great or sons unknown
G        A        D
All were children like your own...
 
A        Bm  A            Bm
So long ago, long, long, ago...
 
    Dadd9     D        Dmaj7       D
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
Dadd9       D           G         A7
All of the children ran from your arms
        Em        Em7           Em6       Em7
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
           A7       D
All of the children vanished too soon
   Dadd9      D       Dmaj7    D
In tow’ring waves, in walls of flesh
      Dadd9 D     Gmaj7
Among dying birds trembling with death
G         Bm       A           Bb+
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
G          A            D
All of the children ran from your arms...
 
D        C#  D            C#
So long ago: long, long, ago...
 
(down to key of F#)
But sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies...
 
So long ago: long, long, ago
 
But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own
The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
The cries at night, the nightmare fears
Sons of the great or sons unknown
All were children like your own...
 
 
 
P.S.: This gave me a lot of work but still I'm not absolutely
happy with it, so, feel free to give any correction you feel it is needing.
 
 
 
 
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
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