Chris de Burgh - The rivers of abraham

He walked a^Glone, up the rocky ^Emroad To find the ^Dplace, to read the ^Amstone And bring the ^Gword back, from the top of the ^Fmountain Where it would ^Dbe

The lightning ^Gstruck, and the thunder ^Emroared As he lifted it ^Dup, in the name of the ^Amlord And many ^Gwaited for the new reve^Dlation They are ready to ^Cgo,^D they're going ^Ghome

And the rivers of ^CAbraham are running ^Gfree With the dawn of a ^Cwaking man, and desti^Gny To the garden of ^CEden, and ^DPa^Cra^Gdise We will never be ^Ambroken, ^Cwe will never ^Gdie

We cross the ^Gbridge to the silver ^Embird And say good^Dbye to the ones that we ^Amlove No skies or ^Goceans in the place we are ^Fgoing Like seeds on the ^Dwind

The time has ^Gcome, we shut the ^Emdoor We are ready to ^Dgo, in the name of the ^Amlord A world is ^Gwaiting for a new desti^Dnation We are ready to ^Cgo,^D we're going ^Ghome

And the rivers of ^CAbraham are running ^Gfree With the dawn of a ^Cwaking man, and desti^Gny To the garden of ^CEden, and ^DPa^Cra^Gdise We will never be ^Ambroken, ^Cwe will never ^Gdie

And the rivers of ^CAbraham are running ^Gfree With the dawn of a ^Cwaking man, and desti^Gny To the garden of ^CEden, and ^DPa^Cra^Gdise We will never be ^Ambroken, ^Cwe will never ^Gdie

And the rivers of ^CAbraham are running ^Gfree We will never be ^Ambroken and ^Cwe will never ^Gdie ^{C G}