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