Am
We came,
Am
by the rising of the river,
G
on a river with no name,
Am
in the summer monsoon rain,
E
to wash away Luisa's bones,
Am
from the ghost who guards her grave.
Am
She lays by the ride of fire and anvils,
G
in a house with cast iron gates,
Am
and underneath red candles waits,
E
for her killers to come home and,
Am
for a fine revenge today.
C
She runs far and wide,
G
on these hills they are blind
Am
Copper, steel, iron ore,
F
fifty years, maybe more
C
Searching in the light,
G
one half century of lies
Am F
You can see on the horizon she is soon going home.
G Am
You take the road, I'll take the river,
G Am
You bring the fire, I'll bring the jewels
G Am
And in the evening underneath the roaring sky,
E
we will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon.
Am
And we will wait,
Am
till the rising of the river,
G
when the summer monsoon rain,
Am
comes to wash the old remains,
E
past the beach into the ocean,
Am
for to carry us away,
E
setting free Luisa's bones from,
Am
from the ghost who guards her grave
