Misc Your Songs - Cosmicdave - for our children

^GYou say you’ll b^Ae the one, presi^Gdent of the gree^Fning, ^GYou speak with a^A silver tongue, ^Gbut I dont get y^Four meaning. ^GThe skies are cl^Aounding fast, th^Ge world is spinn^Fing so, ^GWhy can’t we wor^Ak it out, why do^Ges it have to go^F?

For our ^Achildren we want^G the bes^Dt,^C the ti^Emme is growing near, ^G When it’^As too late to cr^Gy, the t^Dim^Ce has c^Emome to fear, ^G For our ^Bmchildren, for^A our c^Ghildren, For ou^Ar ch^Bmildren, for our c^Ahildren.

^GThe winters are ^Awarmer now, ^Gwe no longer s^Fee the snow. ^GDark angel is ^Ain the sky i^Gt’s time for ^Fus to go. ^GThe oceans are f^Aouling now, the ^Gfish the cannot ^Fbreathe, ^GCan’t you see the s^Atorm a-rising, i^Gt’s time for ^Fus to leave.

For our ^Achildren we ^Gwant the ^Dbe^Cst, the^Em time is growing near,^G When it’^As too late to cr^Gy, the t^Dim^Ce has c^Emome to fear, ^G For our ^Bmchildren, for^A our c^Ghildren, For o^Aur c^Bmhildren, for our c^Ahildren.

^DWe sit and th^Eink about how li^Afe has passed us^G by, ^DToo late to re^Ecriminate the ti^Ame has come to t^Gry. ^DWe sit and t^Ehink about how l^Aife has passed u^Gs by, ^DToo late to r^Eecriminate the t^Aime has come to ^Gdie.

^GYou say you’ll b^Ae the one, presi^Gdent of the gree^Fning, ^GYou speak with a^A silver tongue, ^Gbut I dont get y^Four meaning. ^GThe skies are cl^Aounding fast, th^Ge world is spinn^Fing so, ^GWhy can’t we wor^Ak it out, why do^Ges it have to go^F?

For our ^Achildren we w^Gant the ^Dbe^Cst, the^Em time is growing near,^G When it’^As too late to cr^Gy, the t^Dim^Ce has c^Emome to fear, ^G For our ^Bmchildren, for^A our c^Ghildren, For our^A chil^Bmdren, for our c^Ahildren.