RUNA "The Holy Ground" OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO Chords

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_ _ _ [F] [C] I _ _ was [F] born on the [C] holy [F] ground [C] Running by in fields of clover
[F] I [C] was living in the grandeur of _ my [F] _ father's land
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By the side [F] of the [C] swirling [F] seas [C] Spent the days of childish wonder
[F] And [C] the rocks I held in [Am] my young [D] hands [C] Never felt [F] them slip away
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sun [F] shone bright [G] upon the [Am] _
[C] waves The [F] winds blew [G] high as I [C] was leaving
[Fm] [C] And sailed so far away looking [F] for adventure _ _ [C] Would _ _ not stay [F] where the city [C] _
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[C] Claim so [G] loudly man's [C] endeavors [F] And [C] though music is a pretty thing
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Fine company [C] was _ in the south where my new home lay
[F] The [C] dark eyed [G] girl and [Am] quiet _ [F] horsesmith [C]
Humming birds and roses [D] there [C] in old [F] Mexico _ _
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_ [F] Wilderness took [G] my breath [Am]
[C] away _ [F] Under a [G] sun that [C] never faltered bright
Man has to [Am] find his way [C]
where no [F] one ever goes
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Winds of change [F] they [C] blew so [F] far [C] Liberty [G] and _ [C] _ [F] revolution hanging
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Seemed each man heard in his breast The drumming [F] of a nation
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[F] on the [G] fields where the guns [C] did play I [F] fell there [G] with many [C] another [F] where
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Sagebrush grows the [Am] desert [C]
wind _ is [F] blowing free
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was born [F] on [C] the holy [F]
ground [C] Running by in fields of clover
[F] I [C] was living in the [D] grandeur of [C] _
my [F] _ father's land
_ [C] _ _ _ By the side [F] of the [C] swirling [F] seas [C] Spent the days of childish wonder
[F] And [C] the rocks I held in my young hands Never felt [F] them slip away _
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