The Peat

7 acessos
     Am

    Far and wide as the eye can wander,

      E             Am        E        Am

    heath and bog are everywhere.

     C

    Not a bird sings out to cheer us,

     E            Am          E             Am

    oaks are standing gaunt and bare.

    G    C                          G

    We are the peat-bog soldiers,

     Am                          E                 Am

    marching with our spades to the moor.



    Am

    Up and down the guard are pacing,

    E          Am        E            Am

    no one, no one can get through.

      C

    Flight would mean a sure death facing,

      E            Am                E           Am

    guns and barbed wire greet our view.

    G    C                          G

    We are the peat-bog soldiers,

     Am                          E                  Am

    marching with our spades to the moor.



    Am

    But for us there is no complaining,

     E       Am     E          Am

    winter will in time be past.

     C

    One day we will cry rejoicing:

      E              Am                 E         Am

    Homeland, dear, you`re mine a t last.

      C                                 G

    Then will the peat-bog soldiers

     Am                                     E                  Am

    march no more with their spades to the moor.
The Peat

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