Misc Your Songs - Peter ward - where the sun is high

^DI’ve travelled miles to ^D/Breach this land to re^Dach this land of ple^D/Basure ^DThe sun is high in the b^D/Bright blue sky to gi^Dve us peace of m^D/Bind

^GThis is the never e^Anding land wh^Bmat’s left from the beg^Ginning of time ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for t^Dhis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of ^Gmine A ^Alasting life of m^Dine ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for t^Dhis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of ^Gmine La^Asting life of mi^Dne

^DI can sit here^D/B in the bush and s^Dee and hear and ^D/Bfeel ^DWatch the trees dancing ^D/Bin the wind and bi^Drds hopping on the g^D/Brass ^DI can feel the peace d^D/Bown to the ground and h^Dear the songs they ^D/Bsing ^DA bush that’s thick and ^D/Bfull of lfe colours cha^Dnging as the day goes^D/B by

^GThis is the never e^Anding land wh^Bmat’s left from the beg^Ginning of time ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for t^Dhis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of ^Gmine A ^Alasting life of m^Dine ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for t^Dhis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of ^Gmine La^Asting life of mi^Dne

^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for t^Dhis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of ^Gmine ^ALasting life of m^Dine

^DSitting on the ver^D/Bandah we’ll s^Doon hit the road ag^D/Bain ^DPlenty to see pl^D/Benty to do tr^Davelling on u^D/Bntil we’re through ^GThrough the never en^Ading land wh^Bmat’s left from the be^Gginning of time ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for ^Dthis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of m^Gine ^ALasting life of mi^Dne ^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for ^Dthis is the dream of a la^Bmsting life of m^Gine ^ALasting life of m^Dine

^GThis is the space we were l^Aonging for ^Dthis is the dream of a l^Bmasting life of m^Gine ^ALasting life of mi^Dne

^A A Lasting life of m^Dine