William Crighton - Priest

Under the b^Dmridge, down by the r^Fiver Laid ^Bbup in the Lions P^Dmark I got the ^Dmcar and drove to ^Fput him ^Gmdown I'll be gone in the ^Dmmorning

Sirens ^Bbwent on the w^Fynyard I hear the d^Bbogs and sergeant's ^Dmvoice The ^Bbfog lifts on the b^Floody autumn l^Bbeaves He ^Gmmade his c^Dmhoice

The air is c^Bblear, it's been r^Faining Sal^Bbvation is h^Dmere 'Let the b^Bblood of the h^Foly ^Gmone Wash a^Bbway your f^Dmears

Luke f^Bblung me something in a Sa^Fchet Said it'll be r^Bbough, I don't know what to ^Dmsay Every s^Bblave had to su^Frrender h^Gmimself Is that a g^Gmame you're wi^Bblling to p^Dmlay

I said I ^Bbjust killed Father ^FDavid Put him ^Bbdown with my own two h^Dmands He ^Bbgot what was c^Foming to ^Gmhim All the b^Gmoys will un^Dmderstand

I'm gonna^Bb run to the ^Fmountains Kosc^Bbiuszko or B^Dmurrinjuck Let 'em ^Bbcome if they c^Fatch up to ^Gmme I will ^Gmdie in the p^Bblace I ^Dmlove

The air is c^Bblear, it's been r^Faining Sa^Bblvation is h^Dmere Let the ^Bbblood of the h^Foly ^Gmone W^Gmash a^Bbway your fe^Dmars

The air is^Bb clear, it's been^F raining Sa^Bblvation is h^Dmere Let the ^Bbblood of the h^Foly ^Gmone W^Gmash a^Bbway your fe^Dmars