JJ Grey & Mofro - On palastine

That stormy ^Dmmorning felt like a ^Gdream he told me ^Dmthen of what he'd s^Dmeen

A child a ^Dmman in times gone b^Gad faces of s^Dmtone lined hard and ^Dmsad

^DmOne Sunday day they all came ^Ghome all that they ^Dmhad was burned and go^Dmne The timber ^Dmmen their pistols g^Gleamed a lifetime ^Dmlost on Palast^Dmine

He made a ^Dmstand he would not ^Grun he dropped the ^Dmhoe and picked up the ^Dmgun

And then one ^Dmnight he disapp^Geared it fed the ^Dmworst of all their f^Dmears

They found ^Dmhim quiet high in a ^Gtree he flew ^Dmaway from Palas^Dmtine

Then came the ^Dmday they moved a^Gway more gunmen ^Dmcame they could not s^Dmtay

To Glen St. ^DmMary to O^Glustee but we still d^Dmream of Palas^Dmtine