Gretchen Peters - Guadalupe

There are ghosts out in the r^Gain tonight, high up in those ancient t^Amrees, And I have given up with - ^D/F#out a fight, another blind fool on h^Ger knees, ^G And all the gods that I've abandoned, begin to speak in simple t^Amongue, And, suddenly, I've ^D/F#come to know...that there are no roads left to r^Gun! ^{Gsus4 G}

Now it's the hour of dogs a - ba^Grking, that's what the old ones used to ^Amsay, It's first light, or it's s^D/F#undown, before the children cease their p^Glay^Gsus4, ^G And when the mountains glow like mi^Gssion wine, or turn grey like a Spanish r^Amoan, Ten thousand eyes will ^D/F#stop to worship, then turn away, and head for h^Gome!^{Gsus4 G}

And she is reaching out her a^Crms tonight, and, yes, my poverty is r^Geal, Am (Am/G) D/F# G Gsus4 G I pray roses shall rain down again... from Guadalupe, on her hill, C G (Gsus4) (G) And, who am I to doubt these mysteries, cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke? Am (Am/G) D/F# G Gsus4 G I am the least of all your pilgrims here, but I am most in need of hope!

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She appeared to Jaun Di - ^Gego, she left her image on his c^Amape, Five hundred years of s^D/F#orrow...cannot destroy their deepest fa^Gith,^{Gsus4 G} So, here I am, your ragged d^Gisbeliever, a doubting Thomas drowns in t^Amears, As I watch your church sink t^D/F#hrough the earth, like a heart worn down through f^Gear!^{Gsus4 G}

And she is reaching out her a^Crms tonight, and, yes, my poverty is r^Geal, Am (Am/G) D/F# G Gsus4 G I pray roses shall rain down again... from Guadalupe, on her hill, C G (Gsus4) (G) And, who am I to doubt these mysteries, cured in centuries of blood, and candle smoke? Am (Am/G) D/F# G Gsus4 G I am the least of all your pilgrims here, but I am most in need of hope, Am (Am/G) D/F# G Gsus4 G I am the least of all your pilgrims here, but I am most in need of hope!