In Days To Come

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 And in the days of to come,
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The sound of iron and the sound of drums.
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And in the days of to come,
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The earth shall seethe and the clouds will bleed.
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And in the days of to come,
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Will we be drowned in a sea of scum?
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And in the days of to come,
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Will man spew out a bastard son?

Em                 Cmaj7          G
But from the forest and the field,
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Here she comes, here she comes.
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And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
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And from a womb of growing corn,
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We are reborn, we are reborn.
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Her moon that lights us til the dawn,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.

Em              Cmaj7         G
 And in the days that will be,
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The doors of hope will have no key.
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And in the days that will be,
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No books or gods, only greed.
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And in the days it will show,
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That the rule of gold will drag us low.
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And in great halls where treason breeds,
                 Bm
Even noble hearts become diseased.

Em                 Cmaj7          G
But from the forest and the field,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em                         Cmaj7            G
And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em                  Cmaj7       G
And from a womb of growing corn,
              Bm
We are reborn, we are reborn.
Em                       Cmaj7       G
Her moon that lights us til the dawn,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.

Em                 Cmaj7          G
And from the forest and the field,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em                         Cmaj7            G
And beneath the turning of the sun's wheel,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em                  Cmaj7       G
And from a womb of growing corn,
              Bm
We are reborn, we are reborn.
Em                       Cmaj7       G
Her moon that lights us til the dawn,
              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em             Cmaj7
Here she comes, here she comes.
G              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em             Cmaj7
Here she comes, here she comes.
G              Bm
Here she comes, here she comes.
Em