Christy Moore - Natives

For all of our ^Clanguages ^Gwe can't com^Cmunicate For all of our ^Gnative tongues we're all ^Amnatives here Sons of their ^Emfathers' d^Amream the same ^Cdream The sound of forbi^Gdden words be^Amcomes a scream Voices in ^Fanger, victims of ^Ghistory Plundered and ^Amset aside, g^Grown fat on ^Fswallowed pride. ^{G C}

With promises of p^Caradise ^Gand gifts of ^Cbeads and knives Missionaries and ^Gpioneers are soldiers ^Amin disguise Saviours and ^Emconquerors t^Amhey make us ^Cwait The fishers of ^Gmen they wave their ^Amtruth like bait With the touch of a ^Fstranger's hand innocence ^Gturns to shame The spirit that ^Amdwelt within^G now sleeps out ^Fin the rain. ^{G C}

For all of our l^Canguages ^Gwe can't com^Cmunicate For all of our ^Gnative tongues we're all ^Amnatives here The scars of the ^Empast are s^Amlow to dis^Cappear The cries of the ^Gdead are always ^Amin our ears Only the ^Fvery safe can talk about ^Gwrong or right Of those who are ^Amforced to choose^G some will^F choose to fight ^{G C}

For all of our l^Canguages^G we can't co^Cmmunicate