G D G D G [Verse]D G C I was born on the holy groundG D G A running child in fields of cloverD G C I was living in the grandeur ofD G My father's land [Verse]D G C By the side of the swirling seaG D G I spent the days of childish wonderD G C And rocks I held in my young handsD G I never felt them slip away [Verse]D G C Well, the sun shone bright upon the wavesG D G And the wind blew high as I was leavingD G C And I sailed so far awayD G Looking for adventure [Verse]D G C But I would not stay where the city streetsG D G Proclaimed so loudly man's endeavoursD G C Though music is a pretty thingD G In fine company [Verse]D G C And the wilderness took my breath awayG D G Under a sun that never faltersD G C I felt I had to find my way whereD G No one ever goes [Verse]D G C It was in the south that my new home layG D G With a dark-eyed boy and wild horsesD G C With humming birds and roses there inD G Old Mexico [Verse]D G C There the winds of change, they blew so farG D G Of liberty and revolutionD G C It seemed that each man heard in his breastD G The drumming of a nation [Verse]D G C I was born on the holy groundG D G A running child in fields of cloverD G C I was living in the grandeur ofD G My father's land
The Holy Ground
Mary Black
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