Chords for John Denver - You Say the Battle Is Over (from The Wildlife Concert)
Tempo:
85.7 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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And you say that the [F] battle is [C] over,
Finally that war is [G] all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the [C] sound of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must die,
[G] We who must [C] measure the loss.
And you say that the battle is over,
Finally the world is at [G] peace.
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep,
Or it's not in the papers [C] at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
There are those who would [F] tear down the sun.
And most men are [C] ruthless, but some will still [G] weep,
When the gifts we [F] were given are gone.
[G] Oh, [Am] [C]
the blame cannot rest on the heads of the few,
It's become such a [G] part of the race.
It's eternally tragic that which is magic,
Be killed at the end of the [C] glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
They will fall just like [F] weeds in the wind.
With perfume and fur [C] coats and trophies on walls,
[G] What a hell of a [F] race to call men.
[Am] [C] [F]
[C] And you say that the battle [F] is [C] over,
Finally the war [G] is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the sound [C] of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must [G] die,
We who must [C] measure the loss.
[F] With the wild in their eyes, it [C] is they who must [G] die,
And we who will [C] measure the cost.
Finally that war is [G] all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the [C] sound of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must die,
[G] We who must [C] measure the loss.
And you say that the battle is over,
Finally the world is at [G] peace.
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep,
Or it's not in the papers [C] at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
There are those who would [F] tear down the sun.
And most men are [C] ruthless, but some will still [G] weep,
When the gifts we [F] were given are gone.
[G] Oh, [Am] [C]
the blame cannot rest on the heads of the few,
It's become such a [G] part of the race.
It's eternally tragic that which is magic,
Be killed at the end of the [C] glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
They will fall just like [F] weeds in the wind.
With perfume and fur [C] coats and trophies on walls,
[G] What a hell of a [F] race to call men.
[Am] [C] [F]
[C] And you say that the battle [F] is [C] over,
Finally the war [G] is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the sound [C] of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must [G] die,
We who must [C] measure the loss.
[F] With the wild in their eyes, it [C] is they who must [G] die,
And we who will [C] measure the cost.
Key:
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And you say that the [F] battle is [C] over,
Finally that war is [G] all done.
_ Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the [C] sound of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must die,
[G] We who must [C] measure the loss.
And _ you say that the battle is over,
Finally the world is at [G] peace.
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep,
Or it's not in the papers [C] at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
There are those who would [F] tear down the sun.
And most men are [C] ruthless, but some will still [G] weep,
When the gifts we [F] were given are gone.
[G] Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C]
the blame cannot rest on the heads of the few,
It's become such a [G] part of the race.
It's eternally tragic that which is magic,
Be killed at the end of the [C] glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
They will fall just like [F] weeds in the wind.
With perfume and fur [C] coats and trophies on walls,
[G] What a hell of a [F] race to call men.
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] And you say that the battle [F] is [C] over,
Finally the war [G] is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the sound [C] of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must [G] die,
We who must [C] measure the loss.
[F] With the wild in their eyes, it [C] is they who must [G] die,
And we who will [C] measure the cost.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Finally that war is [G] all done.
_ Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the [C] sound of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must die,
[G] We who must [C] measure the loss.
And _ you say that the battle is over,
Finally the world is at [G] peace.
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep,
Or it's not in the papers [C] at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
There are those who would [F] tear down the sun.
And most men are [C] ruthless, but some will still [G] weep,
When the gifts we [F] were given are gone.
[G] Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C]
the blame cannot rest on the heads of the few,
It's become such a [G] part of the race.
It's eternally tragic that which is magic,
Be killed at the end of the [C] glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
They will fall just like [F] weeds in the wind.
With perfume and fur [C] coats and trophies on walls,
[G] What a hell of a [F] race to call men.
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] And you say that the battle [F] is [C] over,
Finally the war [G] is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their notes,
Who run from the sound [C] of a gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling ships,
Or on ice flows where [F] conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their [C] eyes, it is they who must [G] die,
We who must [C] measure the loss.
[F] With the wild in their eyes, it [C] is they who must [G] die,
And we who will [C] measure the cost.
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