Chords for The Ballad of Joan 0f Arc

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_ _ _ _ _ She walked alone [C#m] in the fields of the summer, [E] where the green earth was whispering [G#m] a [B] song.
_ [E] And the voices were calling [C#m] to that simple country girl, [E]
making her [G#] heart [C#m] grow _ strong.
_ Then down to the [G#m] gateway, to the wide [E] open road, [C#m] to the high [G#m] road leading [C#m] afar.
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Someone [G#m] is walking, [C#m] a young girl is walking, a [E] young girl [G#] is [C#m] walking alone.
_ _ _ [E] Someone is standing on [C#m] the cobblestones, _ where the cattle and oxen _ are.
[G#] _ _ [C#m] Someone is calling from the courtyard _ below, a _ _ _ girl _ called Jo. _
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_ _ _ _ [E] The young girl [C#m]
cried, what does [G#m] a country girl [A] want with [G#] a king?
[C#m] You've never learned [G#m] to read or write, [A] you've never owned [C#m] a thing.
[E] But come to it _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
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[C#m] again, come with [F#m] me to freest [B]
land [C#m] again.
Then like the sound of thunder or of waves on the sand, a hundred thousand trophies galvined through the land.
Joan rides [G#m] the high road, [A] leading from [G#] the town, where [C#m] the green fields of summer are whispering [C#m] their song.
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_ _ Joan rides the high road, fear is in the rain, voices crying madness, a tomorrow of pain.
Strong men [G#m] were hesitant, [A] the king was [G#] afraid, [C#m] but every heart was strengthened by the voice of the maid.
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Freedom was a furnace, fire blazing in the wind, it caught the flash [G#m] of steel [C#m] and the courage within.
The lord [G#m] in his heaven, [A] looking down upon [G#] the world, [C#m] heard the clatter of arms, saw that simple country girl.
That simple [G#m] country girl, [C#m] who never [G#] owned a thing, [C#m] went to the cathedral and gave praise [G#] _ _ _ [C#] of king.
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_ When you are alone in [D#m] the fields of the summer, [F#] where the green earth is whispering a [A#m]
song,
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] will you ride the high [D#m] road, leading _ _ afar, [F#] and ride [A#] out to answer every [D#m] roar? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] Joan rides the high road, fear is in the rain, voices crying madness, a tomorrow of pain.
Strong [B] men were hesitant, [G#] the king was afraid, [C#m] but the king was reborn through [A] the being of [G#] _ _
[C#] the maid. _ _ _ _
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