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Natives

Christy Moore
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 (starting in )
 For all of our languages we  can't communicate
 For all of our native  tongues we're all natives  here
 Sons of their fathers'  dream  the same dream
 The sound of forbidden  words becomes  a scream
 Voices in anger,  victims of history
 Plundered and set  aside, grown  fat on swallowed  pride.
 With promises of paradise and  gifts of beads  and knives
 Missionaries and pioneers  are soldiers in  disguise
 Saviours and conquerors  they  make us wait
 The fishers of men  they wave their truth  like bait
 With the touch of a stranger's  hand innocence turns  to shame
 The spirit that dwelt  within  now sleeps out in  the rain.
 For all of our languages we  can't communicate
 For all of our native  tongues we're all natives  here
 The scars of the past  are slow  to disappear
 The cries of the dead  are always in  our ears
 Only the very  safe can talk about wrong  or right
 Of those who are forced  to choose  some will  choose to fight
 For all of our languages  we can't communicate

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Readable chord sheet for Natives by Christy Moore

(starting in [C])

For all of our [C]languages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
Sons of their [Em]fathers' d[Am]ream the same [C]dream
The sound of forbi[G]dden words be[Am]comes a scream
Voices in [F]anger, victims of [G]history
Plundered and [Am]set aside, g[G]rown fat on [F]swallowed pride.  [G]      [C]

With promises of p[C]aradise [G]and gifts of [C]beads and knives
Missionaries and [G]pioneers are soldiers [Am]in disguise
Saviours and [Em]conquerors t[Am]hey make us [C]wait
The fishers of [G]men they wave their [Am]truth like bait
With the touch of a [F]stranger's hand innocence [G]turns to shame
The spirit that [Am]dwelt within[G] now sleeps out [F]in the rain.  [G]      [C]

For all of our l[C]anguages [G]we can't com[C]municate
For all of our [G]native tongues we're all [Am]natives here
The scars of the [Em]past are s[Am]low to dis[C]appear
The cries of the [G]dead are always [Am]in our ears
Only the [F]very safe can talk about [G]wrong or right
Of those who are [Am]forced to choose[G] some will[F] choose to fight [G]     [C]

For all of our l[C]anguages[G] we can't co[C]mmunicate

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