C At Ludgate HillF on the cracked and blackened cobbles of the townC the ashes fall to restF As the tiny King of Birds he flutters downG to build a citadelAm G F to light glory in the darkG and from hellAm G F to breath hope in every heartG Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x2]C At Ludgate HillF through the siren screams the heavens burn againC the city holds its breathF as the tiny little king in slumber bedG arises from the dustAm G F to light glory in the darkG and through the frostAm G F to breathe hope in every heartG Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x4]Am F C G And there are murmors in the choir, there are whispers in the dawnAm F C G that the king of birds is broken on the alter of his home [x2]C At Ludgate HillF where the towers of smoke and mirrors bruise the skyC the pilgrims huddle inF as the tiny King of Birds begins to cryG the people start to singAm G F to light glory in the darkG to ring the bellAm G F and to breathe hope in every heartG Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x8]
King Of Birds
Karine Polwart
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