NATIVES (CHRISTY MOORE) (starting in C) C G C For all of our languages we can't communicate G Am For all of our native tongues we're all natives here Em Am C Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream G Am The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream F G Voices in anger, victims of history Am G F G C Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride. C G C With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives G Am Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise Em Am C Saviours and conquerors they make us wait G Am The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait F G With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame Am G F G C The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain. C G C For all of our languages we can't communicate G Am For all of our native tongues we're all natives here Em Am C The scars of the past are slow to disappear G Am The cries of the dead are always in our ears F G Only the very safe can talk about wrong or right Am G F G C Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight C G C For all of our languages we can't communicate