Chords for Isla Grant-Medley Of Hits

[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ They're crying out [Eb] for peace [Ab] around the world.
_ They're telling [Eb] us to stop the [Ab] hurt and pain.
[Db] Their smile can melt a cold heart.
[Ab] Their tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children?
_ _ Why can't we see [Eb] the world their [Ab] eyes can see?
_ There is no [Eb] room for hate [Ab] or jealousy.
_ [Db] And color means nothing to [Ab] them.
To a child, another is a friend.
Why don't we listen to [Eb] the children?
[Ab] _ _ _ [Db]
Why don't we listen [Ab] to what they try to say?
Make a world of peace for them [Eb] to live in. _
[Db] Take a leaf out of the [Ab] book 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 [Eb] word of love [Ab] across the land.
_ _ [Db] Rejoice and live in [Ab] harmony.
Pray the peace it lasts will 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] Their tears can pull your world apart.
Why don't we listen [Eb] to the [Ab] children? _ _ _ _
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_ [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 [Bb] the hall. _
_ There's an old [F] moment out [Bb] there waiting
for the sun that's [Fm] been gone for [Eb] so long.
_ There's an old cottage waiting in [Bb] the country
waiting [F] for that boy to [Bb] come home.
Many years ago [F] he had [Bb] to leave them
and travel far across the [F] starry 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 weeks slowly turned [Eb] into years
many nights they have been [Bb] so lonely
and many [F] nights there have been [Bb] many years
they say _ there's an old [F] cottage waiting
[Bb] _ _
_ _ waiting for someone [F] to call.
_ There's an old kettle boiling by the fire.
_ There's an old welcome lamp in [Bb] the hall. _
_ There's an old [F] moment out [Bb] there waiting
_ for the sun 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.
_ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ There's an old iron chair and it means the world to [Bb] me
for I used to sit there upon my mother's knee
and [Eb] she'd read to me the stories that children love to hear.
Now [Bb] there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ I still recall many times the words she'd say to me
[Bb] fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality
and as [Eb] I sat by her in wonder her eyes held so much bright
[Bb] I knew against all others I had mother on [Eb] my soul.
_ [Bb] Mother's chair is old and dusty [Ab] and the colour is fading [Eb] fast
[Bb] but to me it holds the memory [Ab] of happy days [Bb] long past.
[Eb] Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears
Now [Bb] there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ No, [Bb] there's no one to sit in [Eb] mother's chair.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _