Joanna Newsom - Waltz of the 101st lightborne

I ^Ambelieved they had ^Bbgot what they ^Gmcame ^Bbfor; I be^Flieved our ^Bbperil was ^Dmdone On the ^Ameve of the ^Bblast of the ^GmGreat ^BbWars After ^Fthree we had ^Bbnarrowly ^Dmwon (But the ^Ffourth It was ^Bbcarelessly ^Fdone.)

I ^Fsaw ^Amhis ^Dmship in its ^Gmwhistling asc^Cen^D#sion As they ^G#launched from the ^FCapitol ^G7seat– Swear I ^Bbsaw our mis^Etake When the ^Aclouds ^Dmdraped like a ^Bbflag Across the ^D#backs of the ^Ffleet Of the ^BbHundred-First ^D#Lightborne ^FElite

As the ^Amday is ^Bblong So the ^Dmwell runs ^Fdry And we ^D#came to see Time is ^Bbtaller Than ^FSpace is ^Cwide And we ^Ambade goo^Bbdbye To the ^DmGreat ^FDivide: Found un^D#limited simul^Bbacreage to ^Fcolo^Cnize!

But there was a ^Amtime we were ^Bblashed to the ^Gmprow^Bb Of a ^Fship you may ^Bbboard, but not ^Dmsteer Before ^Amyou and I ^Bbceased to ^Gmmean ^Bbnow And be^Fgan to mean ^Bbonly right ^DmHere To mean ^FInches and ^BbMiles, but not ^FYears

^FBe^Amfore ^DmSpace has a ^Gmtaste of its ^Cli^D#mits And a ^G#new sort of co^Fordinate aw^G7oke Leaving ^BbTime just a^Enother poor ^Ate^Dmnant: Bearing^Bb weight, taking^D# fire, trading ^Fsmokes In the ^Bbwar between ^D#us and our ^Fghosts

But I saw the ^AmBering ^BbStrait and the^Dm Golden ^FGate In ^D#silent sus^Bbpension of their ^Fgolden ^Cage! And you can ^Ambarely ^Bbtell, if I ^Dmguard it ^Fwell Where ^D#I have b^Bbeen, and seen Pris^Ftine, un^Cfelled.

I had a ^Amdream that I ^Bbwalked in the ^Gmgar^Bbden Of Cha^Fbot, and those ^Bbtelescope ^Dmruins It was ^Amthere that I ^Bbcalled to my ^Gmtrue ^Bblove Who was ^Fpale as mil^Bblennial ^Dmmoons Honey, ^Fwhere did you ^Bbcome by that ^Fwound?

^FWhen^Am I ^Dmwoke, he was ^Gmgone And the ^CWar had ^D#begun In ^G#eternal re^Fturn and re^G7peat Calling, ^BbWhere in the ^Ehell are the ^Arest of y^Dmour fellow One ^BbHundred-One ^D#Lightborne ^FElite? Stormed in the ^BbNew Highland ^D#Light Infan^Ftry

Make it ^Amstop, my ^Bblove! We were ^Dmwrong to ^Ftry Never ^D#saw what we could ^Bbunravel In ^Ftraveling ^Clight Nor how the ^Amtrip ^Bbdebrides– Like a ^Dmstack of ^Fslides! All we ^D#saw was that Time is ^Bbtaller than ^FSpace is ^Cwide

That's why we are ^Ambound to a ^Bbround desert^Gm is^Bbland 'neath the ^Fsky where our ^Bbsailors have ^Dmgone Have they ^Amdrowned, in those ^Bbwindy ^Gmhigh^Bblands? ^FHighlands a^Bbway, my ^FJohn

^FHighlands a^Bbway, my ^DmJohn

^D#Highlands ^Bbaway, my ^FJohn