Chords for City on the Hill -Casting Crowns (With Lyrics)
Tempo:
68.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Dm
Bb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [C] [Gm]
[Dm] [C] [G]
Did [Dm] you hear of the city on [F] the hill?
Said [C] one old man to [Gm] the other.
It once shined [Dm] bright and it would be [F] shining still,
But [C] they all started turning on [Gm] each other.
[Dm] [F] [C]
[G] You see [Dm] the poets thought the dancers [F] were shallow,
And [C] the soldiers thought the poets [G] were weak,
And [Dm] the elders saw the young ones [F] as foolish,
And [C] the rich man never heard [G] the poor man speak.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F]
away,
With [C] their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
And [Bb] the light began to [F] fade in the city [C] on the hill,
The city [Dm] on the hill.
[C] [Gm] Each [Dm] one thought that they knew [F] better,
But they [C] were different by [G] design.
Instead [Dm] of standing strong together,
They let their differences [G] divide.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F] away,
[C] With their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
[Bb] And the light began [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill,
The city [Dm] on the hill.
[F] [C] And the world is searching [Dm] still,
[F] [C] But it [Bb] was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life.
It [F] was the spirit of the poets
That [C] gave the soldiers strength to fight.
It [Bb] was the fire of the young ones.
It [Dm] was the wisdom of the old.
It [C] was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told.
[Dm]
[F] [C] [Gm] [Dm]
[F] [C] [Bb] It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets [F] life.
It is the spirit of the poets
That [C] gives the soldiers strength to fight.
[Bb] It is the fire of the young ones.
[Dm] It is the wisdom of the old.
[C] It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told.
One [F] by one we'll be run away
[C] With our made-up minds [G] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light begins [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill.
One [Bb] by one we'll be [F] run away
With our made-up minds [Gm] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light [F] begins to fade in the [C] city on the hill.
The [Dm] city on the hill.
[D] Come home.
[G] And the father's [Dm] calling still.
[C] Come home [G] to the city on [Dm] the hill.
[F]
Come [C] home.
[Dm] [C] [G]
Did [Dm] you hear of the city on [F] the hill?
Said [C] one old man to [Gm] the other.
It once shined [Dm] bright and it would be [F] shining still,
But [C] they all started turning on [Gm] each other.
[Dm] [F] [C]
[G] You see [Dm] the poets thought the dancers [F] were shallow,
And [C] the soldiers thought the poets [G] were weak,
And [Dm] the elders saw the young ones [F] as foolish,
And [C] the rich man never heard [G] the poor man speak.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F]
away,
With [C] their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
And [Bb] the light began to [F] fade in the city [C] on the hill,
The city [Dm] on the hill.
[C] [Gm] Each [Dm] one thought that they knew [F] better,
But they [C] were different by [G] design.
Instead [Dm] of standing strong together,
They let their differences [G] divide.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F] away,
[C] With their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
[Bb] And the light began [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill,
The city [Dm] on the hill.
[F] [C] And the world is searching [Dm] still,
[F] [C] But it [Bb] was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life.
It [F] was the spirit of the poets
That [C] gave the soldiers strength to fight.
It [Bb] was the fire of the young ones.
It [Dm] was the wisdom of the old.
It [C] was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told.
[Dm]
[F] [C] [Gm] [Dm]
[F] [C] [Bb] It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets [F] life.
It is the spirit of the poets
That [C] gives the soldiers strength to fight.
[Bb] It is the fire of the young ones.
[Dm] It is the wisdom of the old.
[C] It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told.
One [F] by one we'll be run away
[C] With our made-up minds [G] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light begins [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill.
One [Bb] by one we'll be [F] run away
With our made-up minds [Gm] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light [F] begins to fade in the [C] city on the hill.
The [Dm] city on the hill.
[D] Come home.
[G] And the father's [Dm] calling still.
[C] Come home [G] to the city on [Dm] the hill.
[F]
Come [C] home.
Key:
C
F
Dm
Bb
G
C
F
Dm
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G]
Did [Dm] you hear of the city on [F] the hill?
Said [C] one old man to [Gm] the other.
It once shined [Dm] bright and it would be [F] shining still,
But [C] they all started turning on [Gm] each other.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] You see [Dm] the poets thought the dancers [F] were shallow,
And [C] the soldiers thought the poets [G] were weak,
And [Dm] the elders saw the young ones [F] as foolish,
And [C] the rich man never heard [G] the poor man speak.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F]
away,
With [C] their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
And [Bb] the light began to [F] fade in the city [C] on the hill,
_ The city [Dm] on the hill. _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] Each [Dm] one thought that they knew [F] better,
But they [C] were different by [G] design.
Instead [Dm] of standing strong together,
They let their differences [G] divide.
_ And one [Bb] by one they ran [F] away,
[C] With their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
[Bb] And the light began [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill,
_ The city [Dm] on the hill.
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ And the world is searching [Dm] still,
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ But it [Bb] was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life.
It [F] was the spirit of the poets
That [C] gave the soldiers strength to fight.
It [Bb] was the fire of the young ones.
It [Dm] was the wisdom of the old.
It [C] was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told.
[Dm] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets [F] life.
It is the spirit of the poets
That [C] gives the soldiers strength to fight.
[Bb] It is the fire of the young ones.
[Dm] It is the wisdom of the old.
[C] It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told.
_ _ _ One [F] by one we'll be run away
[C] With our made-up minds [G] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light begins [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill.
One [Bb] by one we'll be [F] run away
With our made-up minds [Gm] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light [F] begins to fade in the [C] city on the hill.
The [Dm] city on the hill. _
[D] Come home.
[G] And the father's [Dm] calling still. _
[C] Come home [G] to the city on [Dm] the hill.
_ [F] _
Come [C] home. _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G]
Did [Dm] you hear of the city on [F] the hill?
Said [C] one old man to [Gm] the other.
It once shined [Dm] bright and it would be [F] shining still,
But [C] they all started turning on [Gm] each other.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] You see [Dm] the poets thought the dancers [F] were shallow,
And [C] the soldiers thought the poets [G] were weak,
And [Dm] the elders saw the young ones [F] as foolish,
And [C] the rich man never heard [G] the poor man speak.
And one [Bb] by one they ran [F]
away,
With [C] their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
And [Bb] the light began to [F] fade in the city [C] on the hill,
_ The city [Dm] on the hill. _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] Each [Dm] one thought that they knew [F] better,
But they [C] were different by [G] design.
Instead [Dm] of standing strong together,
They let their differences [G] divide.
_ And one [Bb] by one they ran [F] away,
[C] With their made-up minds to [Gm] leave it all behind,
[Bb] And the light began [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill,
_ The city [Dm] on the hill.
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ And the world is searching [Dm] still,
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ But it [Bb] was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life.
It [F] was the spirit of the poets
That [C] gave the soldiers strength to fight.
It [Bb] was the fire of the young ones.
It [Dm] was the wisdom of the old.
It [C] was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told.
[Dm] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets [F] life.
It is the spirit of the poets
That [C] gives the soldiers strength to fight.
[Bb] It is the fire of the young ones.
[Dm] It is the wisdom of the old.
[C] It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told.
_ _ _ One [F] by one we'll be run away
[C] With our made-up minds [G] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light begins [F] to fade in the city [C] on the hill.
One [Bb] by one we'll be [F] run away
With our made-up minds [Gm] to leave it all behind,
[Bb] As the light [F] begins to fade in the [C] city on the hill.
The [Dm] city on the hill. _
[D] Come home.
[G] And the father's [Dm] calling still. _
[C] Come home [G] to the city on [Dm] the hill.
_ [F] _
Come [C] home. _ _ _ _ _