One More

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Gathered round the wooden table
     E

Am                         G     
Same tavern as the nights before
      E

Am                    G            E
I brace myself against the gable
Am                                
Sunlight pushes its way through 
                 G             E
the gap in the door

Am                 G             
As the golden sunbeams reach my 
              E
eyes
Am                  G           E
I stand up and raise my pint up high

Am   G                D
One more for our brothers who fought
 beside us
Am   G            D
One more and forward again
Am    G               D
Once more, we'll fight and conquer
C             D       E
Until we'll meet again

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Staring at the stools not taken
I reach for my tankard of ale
The silence remains unbroken
All you hear is a tinkle of mail

As the golden sunbeams reach my eyes
I stand up and raise my pint up high

One more for our brothers...

(I’m not sure here - try palm muting
 A5 and strumming it?)
Like a raging thunderstorm we flew 
down the forested hill
Tree-trunks and rocks passing by
The endless ranks stood waiting out 
in the open field
My fingers gripped the handle of my 
sword

With full power we smashed into 
their lines
The ground shook, swords tasted 
flesh
Hooves trampling over men screaming 
for their lives
The battle raged until both troops 
were threshed
Am        G              C      
Grief no more over friends who 
        E
died
Am               D              E
That day will come to us all
Am   G                  C       
Until then we shall fight with 
     E
pride
G             D               E
Raise our pints till the dawn

Grief no more over friends who died
That day will come to us all
Side by side we shall ride once more
When the Horn calls for War

Feeling low and heavy hearted
Interrupted by a distant alarm
Seems like the war has started
May it be for our brothers in arms