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Dadd9Sons of the Dthief, Dmaj7sons of the Dsaint Dadd9Who is the cDhild with Gno compA7laint EmSons of the Em7great or Em6sons unEm7known All were A7children Dlike your own The Dadd9same sweet Dsmiles, the Dmaj7same sad Dtears The Dadd9cries at Dnight, the Gmaj7nightmare fears G Bm A Bb+ Sons of the great or sons unknown GAll were Achildren Dlike your own...
ASo long aBmgo, Along, long, aBmgo... But Dadd9sons of tyDcoons or Dmaj7sons of the Dfarms Dadd9All of the cDhildren ran Gfrom your A7arms Through Emfields of Em7gold, through Em6fields of Em7ruin All of the A7children Dvanished too soon In Dadd9tow’ring Dwaves, iDmaj7n walls oDf flesh Among Dadd9dying Dbirds Gmaj7trembling with death G Bm A Bb+ Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms GAll of the Achildren ran Dfrom your arms...
DSo long aC#go: Dlong, long, aC#go... (down to key of F#) But sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies Sons of true love or sons of regret All of the sons you cannot forget Some built the roads, some wrote the poems Some went to war, some never came home Sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies...
So long ago: long, long, ago But, sons of the theif, sons of the saint Who is the child with no complaint Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great or sons unknown All were children like your own... P.S.: This gave me a lot of work but still I'm not absolutely happy with it, so, feel free to give any correction you feel it is needing. by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com