Barclay James Harvest - In Memory of the Martyrs from Turn of the Tide, 1981 [F]Life is like a tall ship Drifting [Bb]gently from the shore [F]Time is like a fair wind With a [C]lifetime to explore The [F]beauty that surrounds you Was [Bb]meant to be adored The [F]problems that surround you Were [C]meant to be ignored We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love I [F]dreamt I held a baby I [Bb]dreamt I held a child I [F]dreamt I held a young man A [C]prisoner in my hand My [F]hand I could not open The [Bb]man grew up inside A [F]prisoner without reason Just [C]on the other side We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love The [F]blood red rose of summer Grows [Bb]elegant and tall In [F]memory of the green grass Be[C]yond the guardian wall The [F]green grass grows forever Be[Bb]neath the bloody sky In [F]memory of the martyrs She'll [C]cover when they die We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love We are [Gm7]love, we [Bb]are, we are [F]love