Bm D* C Em7 G D (e) ----- 2 -------- 2 -------- 0 -------- 0 -------- 2 -------- 2 ----(B) ----- 3 -------- 3 -------- 2 -------- 3 -------- 2 -------- 3 ----(G) ----- 4 -------- 2 -------- 2 -------- 0 -------- 0 -------- 2 ----(D) ----- 4 -------- 4 -------- 2 -------- 2 -------- 0 -------- 0 ----(A) ----- 2 -------- 5--------- 0 -------- 2 -------- 3 -------- X ----(E) ----- X -------- X -------- X -------- 0 -------- 2 -------- X ---- The introduction and the verses go like this: (e) -----------2-----------2----------0---------------------------------|(B) --------3------------3---------2---2-----------------3-------3------|(G) ---- 4-- ---------2----------2-------2-------------0-------0--------|(D) -------------------------------------------------2-------2----------|(A) --2 ----------5-----------0-----------------------------------------|(E) ----------------------------------------------0---------------------| Verse 1:Bm D* Did you hear of the city on the hill?C Em7 Said one old man to the otherBm D* It once shined bright and it would be shining stillC Em7 But they all started turning on each other Verse 2:Bm D* You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallowC Em7 And the soldiers thought the poets were weakBm D* And the elders saw the young ones as foolishC Em7 And the rich man never heard the poor man speakChorus:G And one by oneD They ran awayC With their made up mindsEm7 To leave it all behindG D And the light began to fadeC In the city on the hillC The city on the hill Verse 3:Bm D* Each one thought that they knew betterC Em7 That they were different by designBm D* Instead of standing strong togetherC Em7 They let their differences divide Chorus:G And one by oneD They ran awayC With their made up mindsEm7 To leave it all behindG D And the light began to fadeC In the city on the hillC The city on the hill Passage:Bm D* C Em7 And the world is searching stillBm D* C Bridge:G But it was the rhythm of the dancers That gave the poets lifeD It was the spirit of the poetsC That gave the soldiers strength to fightG It was the fire of the young onesBm It was the wisdom of the oldC It was the story of the poor man That needed to be told Ending:Bm D* C Come homeEm7 And the Father's calling stillBm D* C Come homeEm7 To the city on the hillBm D* C Come home
City On The Hill
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