Stuart Townsend - Come all you vagabonds

^DCome all you vagabon^Dsus4ds, ^Dcome all you 'don't ^Dsus4belongs' ^Dwinners and lose^Dsus4rs, ^Dcome, people like me^A. ^ACome all you trave^Asus4llers ^Atired from the jo^Asus4urney, ^Acome wait a while, ^Asus4stay a while, ^Awelcome you'll be. ^{D Dsus4 D Dsus4}

^DCome all you questio^Dsus4ners, ^Dlooking for answe^Dsus4rs ^Dand searching for reaso^Dsus4ns ^Dand sense in it a^All; ^ACome all you fallen, ^{Asus4 A}and come all you broken,^{Asus4 A}find strength for your bod^Asus4y ^Aand food for your soul^D.

^GCome to the feast, ^D there is room ^Aat the table. ^{D G}Come let us meet in^D this place ^A with the Ki^Gng of all kindne^Dss who ^F#7/A#welcomes us ^Bmin ^Emwith the wonde^D/F#r of love, and the p^Aower of grace,^Bm the won^Emder of the love, ^D/F# and the power^A of grace. ^{D Dsus4 D Dsus4}

^DCome those who worry ^Dsus4 'bout hou^Dses and money ^Dsus4 and all^D those who don't hav^Dsus4e a c^Dare in the world; ^{A A}from every station^{Asus4 A}and orientation^Asus4, the he^Alpless, the hopeless^Asus4, the yo^Aung and the old. ^{D Dsus4 D Dsus4}

^DCome all believ^Dsus4ers and dre^Damers and sch^Dsus4emers, ^Dcome all you rest^Dsus4less just s^Dearching for hom^Ae; ^Amovers and sha^Asus4kers ^Aand givers and ta^Asus4kers, ^Athe happy, the s^Asus4ad ^Aand the lost and al^Done.

^DCome self-suffic^Dsus4ient with we^Daried ambit^Dsus4ion, and com^De those who fe^Dsus4el at the ^Dend of the r^Aoad. ^AFervent deba^Asus4ters and rel^Aigion hate^Asus4rs, ^Aaccusers, con^Asus4fusers, the hu^Art and igno^Dred.