Uh, hi. This is my first ever attempt at writing to the chords to a song. I'm not sure about the technicalities of it all, but to be in the correct key as the song, I believe you would need to be dropped down a step. But this is just for funsies. But uh yeah, here's my attempt. Criticism accepted and encouraged. We Sold Our Homesteads, by Falconer

^AmWe sold our homesteads and ^Emstarted on our ^Amway Just l^E7ike the birds will f^Fly when ^Gautumn is ^Dhere to ^Estay ^E7One day they will ret^Amurn, ^Emcome s^Fpring agai^Cn that's ^Gwhen But ^Dmwe will never ^Amsee our native ^Emcountry a^Amgain

^AmAt first we traveled through the ^EmEnglish country^Amside On t^E7racks and on ^Fwagons, as qu^Gickly as ^Dbirds would ^Efly ^E7It was a lovely s^Amight ^Emto s^Fee the l^Cand at ^Glast But ^Dmall the glorious s^Amights kept flashing ^Emby too fa^Amst T^Dmhe glorious s^Amights kept flashing ^Emby too f^Amast

And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay The tears of regret finally started to have their say The hearts then started burning in each and everyone We only talked of Sweden that used to be our home We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land Was suddenly for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand It was for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand And when we had been sailing for just a week or two A horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk It was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries The howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies And death became the ru-hoo-ler that forced us to our knees The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas They were buried in the fathom of the seas

Falconer - We sold our homesteads