The Alan Parsons Project - La sagrada familia

^GmWho knows, where the road may lead us, ^Fonly a fool would ^Gmsay. Who knows, if we'll meet, along the ^Fway. ^Eb Follow the brightest star, as ^Ffar as the brave may ^Gmdare. What will we find, when we get ^Ebthere? ^F

^GmLa, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, we pray the ^Ebstorm, will soon be ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, for the ^Eblion, and the ^Gmlamb.

^GmWho knows, where the winds will blow us, ^Fonly a fool would ^Gmsay. Who knows, if we'll ever, reach the ^Fshore. ^Eb Follow a rising sun, with ^Feyes that may only ^Gmstare. What kind of fire, will burn us ^Ebthere? What kind of ^Gmfire?

^EbOh, ^Fohhh, ^GmOnly a fool would ^Ebsay^F. ^GmLa, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, the wind has ^Ebchanged, the storm is ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, for the ^Eblion and the ^Gmlamb. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, we thank the ^Eblord, the danger's ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, there's ^Ebpeace throughout, the ^Gmland.

Under ^Gmclear blue skies, our voices rise, in ^Fsongs of glory. And for ^Gmall those years, our eyes and ears, were filled with, ^Ebtea^Gmrs.

^GmWho knows, where the world may turn us, ^Fonly a fool would ^Gmsay. Who knows what the fates may have in ^Fstore. ^Eb Follow the light of truth, as ^Ffar as our eyes can ^Gmsee. How should we know, where that may ^Ebbe? How should we ^Gmknow?

^GmThen the angry skies, the battle cries, the ^Fsounds of glory. And for ^Gmall those years, our eyes and ears, were filled with ^Ebtea^Gmrs.

^GmWho knows, where the road may lead us, ^Fonly a fool would ^Gmsay. Who knows, what's been ^Flost along the way. ^Eb Look for the promised land, in ^Fall of the dreams we ^Gmshare. How will we know when we are ^Ebthere? How will we ^Gmknow? Only a fool would ^Ebsay^F.

^GmLa, Sagrada, Falil^Fia, the war is ^Ebwon, the battle's ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, for the ^Eblion, and the ^Gmlamb. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, we thank the ^Eblord, the danger's ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, be^Ebhold, the mighty h^Gmand. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, the night i^Ebs gone, the waiting's ^Gmover. La, Sagrada, Famil^Fia, there's ^Ebpeace throughout, the ^Gmland.

Un^Gmtil the ^Fnext ^Ebtime. ^Gm Until the ^Fnext ^Ebtime.

^GmLa Sagrada Familia!