G D G - G D G [Verse]G C When I was a child I heard musicG D And I knew that it was coming from me tooG C Now everywhere I go I hear some kind of musicG D G I don't know where it's coming from, do you?G C And I used to sit by the dim radio windowG D Waiting for the magic hour to startG C You can take the heart out of my countryG D G You can't take the country out of my heartG C Well there comes a time when we all have to travelG D Some to look for home and some to hideG C There was a war at home and a war across the oceanG D G Families were split from the insideG C And we stood there holding hands, signs and candlesG D But soon enough our hands all had to partG C You can take the heart out of this countryG D G But you can't take the country out of your heartG C Well, it's more than cities, fields and mountainsG D More than a place to view the firmamentG C And everyday I want to thank all the angelsG D G That it's more than its congress and its presidentG C And I long to hear the music of its choirG D When everyone shall stand and sing their partG C And we can keep the heart in our countryG D G And we can keep the country in our heartG D G And we can keep the country in our heart
Heart Of My Country
Greg Brown
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