Chris de Burgh - The road to freedom

^DmI feel the wind blowing through my doorway, ^Dsus2it's telling me that the summer's gone, ^Bband the winter ^Dmwaits in shadow, ^Cwaiting with the ^Dmstorm.^Dsus2

^DmI am old and my bones are weary, ^Dsus2and my son, he is all I have, but ^Bbhe has gone to ^Dmfight for freedom, ^Cleaving with my ^Dmheart.

^CAll my life I have ^Floved this land, ^Gmworked it with my ^Ahands [Chorus] But can this ^Bbfreedom send the ^Frain when ^Cseed is ^Amin ^Cthe gr^Dmound? Can this fr^Bbeedom heal the ^Fpain and ^Bbbring my boy ^Aback to me again? ^DmOh oh oh, oh oh^Bb oh, oh oh ^Coh, ^Am oh,^Dm oh. (x2) ^Dm

^DmI watched them sail from the rocks below me, ^Dm'twas like the sea in its endless rage, ^Bbmany fall on the r^Coad to fr^Dmeedom, ^Cdying on the sto^Dmnes.

^CAll my life I have ^Floved this land, ^Gmworked it with my^A hands, [Chorus] But can your ^Bbfreedom send the ^Frain when ^Cseed is ^Amin ^Cthe gr^Dmound? Can your fr^Bbeedom heal the ^Fpain and br^Bbing my boy b^Aack to me again? Oh oh ^Dmoh, oh oh ^Bboh, oh oh ^Coh, ^Am oh, o^Dmh. Oh oh ^Dmoh, oh oh ^Bboh, oh oh ^Coh, ^Am oh, o^Bbh. - - - Oh o^Dmh.

^DmLate last night, as the world was sleeping, ^Dsus2I dreamed my boy, he was calling out, 'Cos ^Bbhe was lost in s^Dmome dark forest, and s^Cnow was f^Amalling do^Bbwn, fa^Clling on the gr^Dmound.

Oh oh ^Dmoh, oh oh ^Bboh, oh oh ^Coh, ^Am oh,^Dm oh.