Christy Moore - Hey sandy

^DmThe sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by ^CYou stood at the door and you watched them pass you asked the reason why ^DmThe sound of steel on their jackboot heel came pounding through your head ^CYour reason is past, they've come at last, with the ^Dmblessings of the ^Fdead.

^CHey Sandy, ^Fhey Sandy ^Fwhy are you the ^Cone? ^CAll the years of ^Fgrowing up are ^Fwasted now and ^Cgone. ^DmDid you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they ^Fflew? ^CHey Sandy, ^Fhey Sandy just ^Fwhat did you ^Cdo?