The Stanfields - Theres a light

There’s a ^Dlight shining through the ^Gscars Of a million tired ^Bmsouls Kindled in the ^F#mheart of us ^Aall From a ^Dflame can come a witch’s ^Gfire Or a warm hearth in a ^Bmblizzard ^ACalling us in from the ^Emdark^Bmness The ^Dgolden age has come and gone ^GSo-called progress marches on The ^Bmbest of all things in the worst of all times The ^F#mfuture is here - all ^Anickels and dimes The ^Dsame old story sells itself ^GClass and conduct - labour and wealth ^BmWaiting in their station for a ^Atrain that’ll ^Emnever ^Dcome

So many ^Dtimes - I found myself at ^Godds With the words of self-styled ^Bmkings But I had not the strength to deny ^F#mthem ^A And other ^Dtimes - I tried to still the ^Gwaters Running canyons in my ^Bmmind But I only ^Amanaged to get in my ^Emown ^Bmway

But I ^Gdare to hope that the clouds will break And the ^Dgood sun will prevail To ^Emburn away the cruel fog of war And ^B5turn^C#5 the ^D5scorched ^E5earth ^F#5green They can ^Gnail me to the pearly gates And ^Dsalve my wounds with lye They can ^Emdo many things But they ^Gwon’t make a fool out of ^Dme.

There’s a ^Dlife carved out in the ^Gstars For a billion burdened ^Bmsouls Waiting around to ^F#mdie ^A On the ^Dday you stand to meet your ^Gmaker Be it a god or Mother ^BmNature Can you ^Asay that ^Emlived the right ^Dway? Can you say it?