Chords for Isla Grant - Medley Live Concert
Tempo:
90.1 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
They're crying out for [Eb] peace around [Ab] the world.
They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
[Db] Their smile can melt a cold [Ab] heart.
Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen to [Eb] the children?
[Ab] Why can't we see [Eb] the world their [Ab] eyes can see?
There is no room [Eb] for hate or [Ab] jealousy.
[Db] And color means nothing to them.
[Ab] To a child, another is a friend.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children?
[Db] Why don't we listen to [Ab] what they try to say?
Make a world of peace for them [Eb] to live in.
[Db] Take a leaf out of the book [Ab] they read to us each day.
Why don't we learn a lesson [Eb] from the [Ab] children?
So everyone [Eb] around the [Ab] world join hands.
And spread the word [Eb] of love [Ab] across the land.
[Db] Rejoice and live in harmony.
[Ab] May the peace it lasts be.
They need the help of you and me, [Eb] our [Ab] children.
They're crying out [Eb] for peace around [Ab] the world.
They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
[Db] Their smile can melt a cold heart.
[Ab] Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children?
[F] [Bb]
There's an old cottage [F] waiting [Bb] in the country.
Waiting for someone [F] to call.
There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
There's an old welcome lamp in the [Bb] hall.
There's an old mom [F] and dad [Bb] there waiting.
For a son that's [Fm] been gone for [Eb] so long.
There's an old cottage waiting in [Bb] the country.
[F] Waiting for that boy to [Bb] come home.
Many years ago [F] he had [Bb] to leave them.
And travel far across the [F] stormy sea.
To fight for the things he believed in.
With a song and a guitar [Bb] on his knee.
But they hoped and [F] they prayed [Bb] he'd return to them.
Though the week [Fm] slowly turned [Eb] into years.
Many nights they have been [Bb] so lonely.
And [F] many nights there have been [Bb] many years that's recent.
There's an old [F] cottage [Bb] waiting in the country.
Waiting for someone [F] to call.
There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
There's an old welcome lamp [Bb] in the hall.
There's an old [F] mom and dad [Bb] there waiting.
For a son that's been gone [Eb] for so long.
There's an old cottage waiting [Bb] in the country.
[F] Waiting for that boy [Bb] to come home.
[Fm] [Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb] There's an old iron chair.
And it means the world to me.
[Bb] For I used to sit there upon my mother's knee.
[Eb] And she'd read to me the stories that children love to hear.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
I still recall the many times the words she'd say to me.
[Bb] Fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality.
And [Eb] as I sat by her in wonder, her eyes held so much pride.
[Bb] I knew against all others I had mother [Eb] on my side.
[Bb] Mother's chair is old and dusty [Ab] and the colors fading [Eb] fast.
[Bb] But to me it holds a memory of [Ab] happy [Bb] days long past.
[Eb] Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
[Bb]
No, there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
[Bb] [Eb]
[N]
They're crying out for [Eb] peace around [Ab] the world.
They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
[Db] Their smile can melt a cold [Ab] heart.
Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen to [Eb] the children?
[Ab] Why can't we see [Eb] the world their [Ab] eyes can see?
There is no room [Eb] for hate or [Ab] jealousy.
[Db] And color means nothing to them.
[Ab] To a child, another is a friend.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children?
[Db] Why don't we listen to [Ab] what they try to say?
Make a world of peace for them [Eb] to live in.
[Db] Take a leaf out of the book [Ab] they read to us each day.
Why don't we learn a lesson [Eb] from the [Ab] children?
So everyone [Eb] around the [Ab] world join hands.
And spread the word [Eb] of love [Ab] across the land.
[Db] Rejoice and live in harmony.
[Ab] May the peace it lasts be.
They need the help of you and me, [Eb] our [Ab] children.
They're crying out [Eb] for peace around [Ab] the world.
They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
[Db] Their smile can melt a cold heart.
[Ab] Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children?
[F] [Bb]
There's an old cottage [F] waiting [Bb] in the country.
Waiting for someone [F] to call.
There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
There's an old welcome lamp in the [Bb] hall.
There's an old mom [F] and dad [Bb] there waiting.
For a son that's [Fm] been gone for [Eb] so long.
There's an old cottage waiting in [Bb] the country.
[F] Waiting for that boy to [Bb] come home.
Many years ago [F] he had [Bb] to leave them.
And travel far across the [F] stormy sea.
To fight for the things he believed in.
With a song and a guitar [Bb] on his knee.
But they hoped and [F] they prayed [Bb] he'd return to them.
Though the week [Fm] slowly turned [Eb] into years.
Many nights they have been [Bb] so lonely.
And [F] many nights there have been [Bb] many years that's recent.
There's an old [F] cottage [Bb] waiting in the country.
Waiting for someone [F] to call.
There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
There's an old welcome lamp [Bb] in the hall.
There's an old [F] mom and dad [Bb] there waiting.
For a son that's been gone [Eb] for so long.
There's an old cottage waiting [Bb] in the country.
[F] Waiting for that boy [Bb] to come home.
[Fm] [Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb] There's an old iron chair.
And it means the world to me.
[Bb] For I used to sit there upon my mother's knee.
[Eb] And she'd read to me the stories that children love to hear.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
I still recall the many times the words she'd say to me.
[Bb] Fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality.
And [Eb] as I sat by her in wonder, her eyes held so much pride.
[Bb] I knew against all others I had mother [Eb] on my side.
[Bb] Mother's chair is old and dusty [Ab] and the colors fading [Eb] fast.
[Bb] But to me it holds a memory of [Ab] happy [Bb] days long past.
[Eb] Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
[Bb]
No, there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
[Bb] [Eb]
[N]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
Db
Eb
Bb
Ab
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ They're crying out for [Eb] peace around [Ab] the world.
_ They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
_ [Db] Their smile can melt a cold [Ab] heart.
Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen to [Eb] the children?
[Ab] _ _ Why can't we see [Eb] the world their [Ab] eyes can see?
There is no room [Eb] for hate or [Ab] jealousy.
_ [Db] And color means nothing to them.
[Ab] To a child, another is a friend.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children? _ _
_ [Db] Why don't we listen to [Ab] what they try to say?
Make a world of peace for them [Eb] to live in.
_ [Db] Take a leaf out of the book [Ab] they read to us each day.
Why don't we learn a lesson [Eb] from the [Ab] children?
_ _ So everyone [Eb] around the [Ab] world join hands.
And spread the word [Eb] of love [Ab] across the land.
_ _ [Db] Rejoice and live in harmony.
[Ab] May the peace it lasts be.
They need the help of you and me, [Eb] our [Ab] children.
_ _ They're crying out [Eb] for peace around [Ab] the world.
_ They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
_ [Db] Their smile can melt a cold heart.
[Ab] Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ There's an old cottage [F] waiting [Bb] in the country.
_ _ Waiting for someone [F] to call.
_ There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
_ _ There's an old welcome lamp in the [Bb] hall.
_ _ There's an old mom [F] and dad [Bb] there waiting.
_ For a son that's [Fm] been gone for [Eb] so long.
_ There's an old cottage waiting in [Bb] the country.
_ _ [F] Waiting for that boy to [Bb] come home.
Many years ago [F] he had [Bb] to leave them.
_ And travel far across the [F] stormy sea.
_ To fight for the things he believed in.
With a song and a guitar [Bb] on his knee.
But they hoped and [F] they prayed [Bb] he'd return to them.
Though the week [Fm] slowly turned [Eb] into years.
_ Many nights they have been [Bb] so lonely.
And [F] many nights there have been [Bb] many years that's recent.
There's an old [F] cottage [Bb] waiting in the country.
_ _ Waiting for someone [F] to call.
_ There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
_ There's an old welcome lamp [Bb] in the hall.
_ There's an old [F] mom and dad [Bb] there waiting.
_ For a son that's been gone [Eb] for so long.
There's an old cottage waiting [Bb] in the country.
_ [F] _ Waiting for that boy [Bb] to come home.
[Fm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ There's an old iron chair.
And it means the world to me.
[Bb] For I used to sit there upon my mother's knee.
[Eb] And she'd read to me the stories that children love to hear.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ I still recall the many times the words she'd say to me.
[Bb] Fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality.
And [Eb] as I sat by her in wonder, her eyes held so much pride.
[Bb] I knew against all others I had mother [Eb] on my side.
_ [Bb] Mother's chair is old and dusty [Ab] and the colors fading [Eb] fast.
[Bb] But to me it holds a memory of [Ab] happy [Bb] days long past.
[Eb] Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ [Bb]
No, there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair. _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ They're crying out for [Eb] peace around [Ab] the world.
_ They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
_ [Db] Their smile can melt a cold [Ab] heart.
Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen to [Eb] the children?
[Ab] _ _ Why can't we see [Eb] the world their [Ab] eyes can see?
There is no room [Eb] for hate or [Ab] jealousy.
_ [Db] And color means nothing to them.
[Ab] To a child, another is a friend.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children? _ _
_ [Db] Why don't we listen to [Ab] what they try to say?
Make a world of peace for them [Eb] to live in.
_ [Db] Take a leaf out of the book [Ab] they read to us each day.
Why don't we learn a lesson [Eb] from the [Ab] children?
_ _ So everyone [Eb] around the [Ab] world join hands.
And spread the word [Eb] of love [Ab] across the land.
_ _ [Db] Rejoice and live in harmony.
[Ab] May the peace it lasts be.
They need the help of you and me, [Eb] our [Ab] children.
_ _ They're crying out [Eb] for peace around [Ab] the world.
_ They're telling us [Eb] to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
_ [Db] Their smile can melt a cold heart.
[Ab] Tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ There's an old cottage [F] waiting [Bb] in the country.
_ _ Waiting for someone [F] to call.
_ There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
_ _ There's an old welcome lamp in the [Bb] hall.
_ _ There's an old mom [F] and dad [Bb] there waiting.
_ For a son that's [Fm] been gone for [Eb] so long.
_ There's an old cottage waiting in [Bb] the country.
_ _ [F] Waiting for that boy to [Bb] come home.
Many years ago [F] he had [Bb] to leave them.
_ And travel far across the [F] stormy sea.
_ To fight for the things he believed in.
With a song and a guitar [Bb] on his knee.
But they hoped and [F] they prayed [Bb] he'd return to them.
Though the week [Fm] slowly turned [Eb] into years.
_ Many nights they have been [Bb] so lonely.
And [F] many nights there have been [Bb] many years that's recent.
There's an old [F] cottage [Bb] waiting in the country.
_ _ Waiting for someone [F] to call.
_ There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
_ There's an old welcome lamp [Bb] in the hall.
_ There's an old [F] mom and dad [Bb] there waiting.
_ For a son that's been gone [Eb] for so long.
There's an old cottage waiting [Bb] in the country.
_ [F] _ Waiting for that boy [Bb] to come home.
[Fm] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ There's an old iron chair.
And it means the world to me.
[Bb] For I used to sit there upon my mother's knee.
[Eb] And she'd read to me the stories that children love to hear.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ I still recall the many times the words she'd say to me.
[Bb] Fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality.
And [Eb] as I sat by her in wonder, her eyes held so much pride.
[Bb] I knew against all others I had mother [Eb] on my side.
_ [Bb] Mother's chair is old and dusty [Ab] and the colors fading [Eb] fast.
[Bb] But to me it holds a memory of [Ab] happy [Bb] days long past.
[Eb] Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
[Bb] Now there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ [Bb]
No, there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair. _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _