Natives
Christy Moore
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C G For all of our languages we can'tC communicateG For all of our native tongues we'reAm all natives hereEm Am Sons of their fathers' dream theC same dreamG Am The sound of forbidden words becomes a screamF G Voices in anger, victims of historyAm G Plundered and set aside, grown fatF G C on swallowed pride.C G With promises of paradise andC gifts of beads and knivesContinúa después del anuncioG Missionaries and pioneers areAm soldiers in disguiseEm Am Saviours and conquerors they makeC us waitG The fishers of men they wave theirAm truth like baitF With the touch of a stranger's handG innocence turns to shameAm G The spirit that dwelt within nowF G C sleeps out in the rain.C G For all of our languages we can'tC communicateG For all of our native tongues we'reAm all natives hereEm Am The scars of the past are slow toC disappearG The cries of the dead are always inAm our earsF Only the very safe can talk aboutG wrong or rightAm G Of those who are forced to chooseF G C some will choose to fightC G For all of our languages we can'tC communicate