Mary Black - The shadow

It's over now, the guns have ^Dmflowed The nightmare ^Gflashed^G7 on a cradle ^Croad ^F As the guilty ^Grain came ^E7down ^AmNo child to hold through anxious ^Dmfears No gentle ^Ghand^G7 to catch the ^Ctears ^F That so^Gak this ancient ^E7ground

The ^Amsmile that breaks so gently, be^Dmlies a troubled head Like the ^Gvoice that holds the ^G7secrets of a ^Clife you might have led ^GEyes with pale in^E7difference in ^Amdanger and in ^Fgrace But the ^Dmglance that knows the ^Gdeath-knell left its ^Cshadow on your face In the ^Amdeep, enduring darkness as ^Dmyour loyal friends go down Touched ^Gby the violent crown 'til their ^Fhunter's ^Ehunted ^Fdown

The ^Amweb is slowly woven, the ^Dmendless dreamer shed In the ^Gdawn, the curfew is ^G7broken on the ^CSunday morning's dead ^GCenturies of ^E7thunder take the ^Amcastle in the ^Fflood To the ^Dmcold night air of ^GLondon, where your ^Chands are bound in blood ^AmMidwinter deepened as the ^Dmparting turned inside A ^Gthousand times you cried, but the ^Fshadow ^Enever ^Fdied

It's ^Amover now, the guns have ^Dmflowed The nightmare ^Gflashed^G7 on a cradle ^Croad ^F As the guilty ^Grain came ^E7down ^AmNo child to hold through anxious ^Dmfears No gentle ^Ghand^G7, no graceful ^Cyears ^F Just bit^Gter ancient ^E7ground It's ^Amover now