The Holy Ground

Mary Black

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Tom:
G D G D G [Verse]
D G C I was born on the holy ground
G D G A running child in fields of clover
D G C I was living in the grandeur of
D G My father's land [Verse]
D G C By the side of the swirling sea
G D G I spent the days of childish wonder
D G C And rocks I held in my young hands
D G I never felt them slip away [Verse]
D G C Well, the sun shone bright upon the waves
G D G And the wind blew high as I was leaving
D G C And I sailed so far away
D G Looking for adventure [Verse]
D G C But I would not stay where the city streets
G D G Proclaimed so loudly man's endeavours
D G C Though music is a pretty thing
D G In fine company [Verse]
D G C And the wilderness took my breath away
G D G Under a sun that never falters
D G C I felt I had to find my way where
D G No one ever goes [Verse]
D G C It was in the south that my new home lay
G D G With a dark-eyed boy and wild horses
D G C With humming birds and roses there in
D G Old Mexico [Verse]
D G C There the winds of change, they blew so far
G D G Of liberty and revolution
D G C It seemed that each man heard in his breast
D G The drumming of a nation [Verse]
D G C I was born on the holy ground
G D G A running child in fields of clover
D G C I was living in the grandeur of
D G My father's land
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