Barclay James Harvest - In memory of the martyrs

^FLife is like a tall ship Drifting ^Bbgently from the shore ^FTime is like a fair wind With a ^Clifetime to explore The ^Fbeauty that surrounds you Was ^Bbmeant to be adored The ^Fproblems that surround you Were ^Cmeant to be ignored We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove

I ^Fdreamt I held a baby I ^Bbdreamt I held a child I ^Fdreamt I held a young man A ^Cprisoner in my hand My ^Fhand I could not open The ^Bbman grew up inside A ^Fprisoner without reason Just ^Con the other side We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove

The ^Fblood red rose of summer Grows ^Bbelegant and tall In ^Fmemory of the green grass Be^Cyond the guardian wall The ^Fgreen grass grows forever Be^Bbneath the bloody sky In ^Fmemory of the martyrs She'll ^Ccover when they die We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove We are ^Gm7love, we ^Bbare, we are ^Flove