Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
G#
C#m
C#sus4
C#
C#m
The story's
told of how in 1942
G#
Martin Fontache, poet,
G#
With a band of partisans threw in his lot
Till he was taken by
the Germans to be shot
C#m
He was a peaceful man,
F#m
quick to laugh and cry
B
At every village celebration he'd be there
E
A
With his songs they're told
of sadness and of joy
F#m
G#
And the guitar he carried
with him everywhere
C#m
But when the Nazis came and killed
his wife and son
Ab
Martin traded his guitar in for a gun
Dbm
Db
This song is for those
Gb
Db
who are cast out by history
E
The banned and abandoned,
Gb
Db
the spurned and ignored
Whose homes have been taken,
Gb
Db
whose dreams have been broken,
B
Who huddled on Hillside's demand
Gb
Db
Dbm
Dbsus4
to be heard.
C#
C#m
The German soldier
G#
assigned to kill the Jew ,
As it happened,
C#m
was a music lover too,
And this bond, it seems,
G#
is what made him decide
To offer Martin one last wish
Soon my soul, Martin said,
B
Now all I ask is time to write
my farewell song
E
A
The German soldier checked his watch
and said, one hour
F#m
G#
One hour, Martin remarked, that long
C#m
And so he wrote and sang full voice
to raise the dead
Ab
And then the German put
Dbm
a bullet in his head
Db
And this song is for those
Gb
Db
who were cast out by history,
Gbm
the spurned and ignored,
Db
Whose homes have been taken,
whose dreams have been broken,
B
Who huddled on a health -size
F#
C#
C#m
C#sus4
Db
demand to be heard.
Dbm
The German kept the song,
Db
Ab
abract of what he'd done,
And showed it proudly
when in drink to everyone
Dbm
He couldn't read the words
Ab
and didn't seem to see
That a song cannot take root
And then one night,
G#
F#m
two parties and set out
B
The song must be released,
A
They slipped into his quarters,
and gave it wings to fly
And so it soared upon the wind
among the damned and
Dbm
dispossessed
Db
And his song was for those
Gb
Db
who were cast out by history
The banned and abandoned,
E
Gb
the spurned and ignored
Db
Whose homes have been taken,
Gb
Db
whose dreams have been broken
B
Who huddled on hillside's
Gb
C#m
C#sus4
demand to be heard
C#
C#m
Though we resist oppression,
Ab
still our dream is peace
Theirs is the mask of hatred,
Dbm
ours the human face
Then let not our sufferings
So that we do to strangers
what was done to us
Db
Dbm
It is not with conquering armies I belong
Gbm
B
E
Their bloody retribution I disown
A
Gbm
Their songs of triumph I will never sing,
Ab
For the God they worship
turns them into stone.
If any teach their children
C#m
G#
how to hate and hurt,
Though they are Jews
C#m
they do not live inside my heart.
C#
And his song is for those
F#
C#
who are cast out by history,
The banned and abandoned,
E
F#
the spurned and ignored,
C#
Whose homes have been taken,
F#
whose dreams have been broken,
C#
B
Who huddled on hillsides,
F#
C#
demand to be heard.
G#
Let his song be a spark,
C#
let it fly through the dark like a bird.
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