Red And Gold

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Red and Gold are royal colours
        Am          F         G
Peasant colours are green and brown
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Green is the corn in the brown 
               Am
earth when it's growing
F       C             G         
Red and gold when the harvest is
     C
 cut down

[Verse]
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Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire, 
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the Cherwell takes its course
        C              F          
And the willows weep into its 
   G
waters clear
   C               F          G  
My name it is Will Tims, it's 
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here that I was born
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Raised in faith, my King and god 
   C
to fear

[Verse]
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In sixteen forty-four, the King in 
F               G
Oxford Town did dwell
            C                     
Though we'd heard that Cromwell's 
F            G
army was nearby
       C            F       G    
It did not occur to me that 
        C
little Cropredy
         F              G         
Could be witness to the meeting of
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 both sides

[Verse]
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On June the 29th that year, I was 
         G
about my work
        C           F             
Cutting hedges in a meadow by the 
G
stream
         C                 F      
My blade slipped, I cut my hand, 
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my own dear blood did flow
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Upon the brown earth and the corn 
      C
still green

[Verse]
                       Dm    F    
Now it did distress me so to watch
              G
 my own blood flow
    C              F             
And quickly soak into the greedy 
G
ground
           C               F      
In red and gold my colours swam 
  G                 C
and sweat broke on my brow
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Faint, I knew that I must lay me 
C
down

[Chorus]
C       G        F     G        C
Red and Gold are royal colours
        Am          F         G
Peasant colours are green and brown
C            F           C      
Green is the corn in the brown 
               Am
earth when it's growing
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F       C             G         
Red and gold when the harvest is
     C
 cut down

[Verse]
                       Dm        
At first I thought the thundering 
     F              G
was just inside my head
     C              F             
So I raised myself above the hedge
    G
 to see
      C               F           
And I watched as in a dream, as 
  G                 C
the armies fought downstream
    F              G       
The Battle for the Bridge at 
        C
Cropredy

[Verse]
                             Dm    
Now the King's men fought in red 
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and gold, though Cromwell's men were
G
 plainer
    C                      F      
The blood they spilled was 
           G
coloured just the same
            C                 
Through the hedgerow's fragile 
 F            G               C
cover, I saw brother killing brother
    F               G              
And all of this was done in Jesus' 
C
name

[Chorus]
        G        F     G        C
Red and Gold are royal colours
        Am          F         G
Peasant colours are green and brown
C            F           C      
Green is the corn in the brown 
               Am
earth when it's growing
F       C             G         
Red and gold when the harvest is
     C
 cut down

[Verse]
                 Dm                
All that day and all the next, the 
F             G
battle it was raging
            C             F       
Though when darkness came, I 
    G
slipped away
        C             F           
But the crying of the dying kept 
  G                C
me wakeful and just lying
      F             G              
In my bed until the dawning of the 
C
day

[Bridge]
        G                         
And the dreams I had were red and 
C
gold
        F      C               G
And the little stream became a flood
     C      F        C        
From all my brothers killing one 
    Am
another
     F         C                G
Till waking, I realised, it was 
               C
all my own dear blood

[Instrumental]
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C  F  C  Am    F  C  G  C

[Verse]
                 Dm                
Some were buried in the church and 
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some just where they fell
        C            F         
With no markers to declare their 
           G
place of rest
        C               F          
But the poppies they do grow where 
G               C
they were never sown
    F               G             
And to my mind they do declare it 
C
best

[Verse]
                       Dm        
And each year when the green corn 
       F               G
once again turns into gold
        C              F          
And the poppies in the field again
   G
 remind me
         C            F            
Like the scar upon my hand and the 
G                     C
blood spilled on this land
        F               G      
And the hungry earth so eager to 
     C
confine me

[Chorus]
            G         F     
For red and gold they are the 
  G        C
colours
       Am        F      G
One is blood and one is power
       C             F     
Though I may find my rest in 
  C        Am
Cropredy church
   F                C        
In golden fields forever, will 
  G                C
spring the poppy flower

[Verse]
                Dm                
By Cropredy the Cherwell is still 
F              G
bidden to keep flowing
        C              F          
And the willows by its side still 
       G
gently weep
    C                 F         G
But still in restless dreams by 
                  C
this most peaceful stream
    F               G             
The poppies wake me from my 
   C
rightful sleep

[Bridge]
        G                         
And the dreams I have are red and 
C
gold
        F      C              
And the little stream becomes a 
  G
flood
     C      F        C        
From all my brothers killing one 
    Am
another
     F         C             G   
Till waking, I realise, it's all 
            C
my own dear blood

[Otro]
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