Oil spill...(When we ruled the world)

Acoustic original All the big business trying to make it pay they'll knock it down, if it gets in their way they never listen to a word we say they think they rule the world Oil washing up now on every shore dont seem to stop them, they just drill for more seems to me that they're above the law they think they rule the world And the birds can't fly and the fish can't swim profits put us in the mess we're in it's on the beaches, and it's on our skin who's to blame where do I begin Trees falling faster now than the rain everybody telling me we're not to blame some how dont think the earth will ever take the strain we think we rule the world And you'd think by now that we'd know the score everybody knows we shouldn't do this no more it's time that we opened another door that leads to a better world A million years grown and we just burn it down watching our history falling to the ground some how dont think we're going to be around to say we ruled the world And the trees are gone and the oceans are bare but the monies in the pocket and they just dont care wonder what our children are going to find there from the days we ruled the world Only a fool would poison his own well what we wont do for money, well who can tell books will say how the ancients fell in the days we ruled the world, in the days we ruled the world, in the days we ruled the world

Hector's accordion version!: www.youtube.com Rise Up Singing chapter: Lullabies, p.135 Melody: traditional and by Annie McLoed (I don't know. Needs further research, obviously) Words: Sir Harold Boulder (1884) Chorus chords: G - D - / GCGD / G - D - / GCG - Verses chords: Em - Am - / Em C Em - / Em - Am - / Em C Em D Chorus: Speed, bonnie boat like a bird on the wing "Onward" the sailors cry Carry the lad that is born to be king Over the sea to Skye Verses: Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar Thunderclouds rend the air Baffled, our foes stand on the shore Follow they will not dare Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep Ocean's a royal bed Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could yield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again
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