C G
Listen children to a story
Am Em
that was written long ago
F C
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain,
F G
and the valley folk below
C G
On the mountain was a treasure
Am Em
buried deep beneath a stone
F C
And the valley people swore
F G C
they'd have it for their veryown.
C Em
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
F G
go ahead and cheat a friend
C Em
Do it in the name of heaven,
F C
you can justify it in the end
C Em
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
F C
come the judgment day
C F
On the bloody morning after -
C
one tin soldier rides away.
C G
So the people of the valley
Am Em
sent a message up the hill
F C
Asking for the buried treasure,
F G
tons of gold for which they'd kill
C G
Came an answer from the kingdom:
Am Em
"With our brothers we will share
F C
All the secrets of our mountain,
F G C
all the riches buried there."
C Em
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
F G
go ahead and cheat a friend
C Em
Do it in the name of heaven,
F C
you can justify it in the end
C Em
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
F C
come the judgment day
C F
On the bloody morning after -
C
one tin soldier rides away.
C G
Now the valley cried with anger,
Am Em
mount your horses, draw your sword!
F C
And they killed the mountain people,
F G
sure they'd won their just reward
C G
Now they stood beside the treasure
Am Em
on the mountain dark and red
F C
Turned the stone and looked beneath it -
F G C
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
C Em
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
F G
go ahead and cheat a friend
C Em
Do it in the name of heaven,
F C
you can justify it in the end
C Em
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
F C
come the judgment day
C F
On the bloody morning after -
C
one tin soldier rides away.
C Em
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
F G
go ahead and cheat a friend
C Em
Do it in the name of heaven,
F C
you can justify it in the end
C Em
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
F C
come the judgment day
C F
On the bloody morning after -
C
one tin soldier rides away.
C Em
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
F G
go ahead and cheat a friend
C Em
Do it in the name of heaven,
F C
you can justify it in the end
C Em
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
F C
come the judgment day
C F
On the bloody morning after -
C
one tin soldier rides away.
