The Stanfields

Southlands

The Stanfields


Tom: D

      D            G                        D
I was born in this land and I run among the barley
                                  G
I remember those times like yesterday
       D             G                                 D
I knew nothing of me father, just the tales told by me mother
                                 G
As we slept by the horses in the hay


[Chorus 1]
       Em               Bm            D             G
In the Southlands she'd say they take rest in their goose beds
    D                            G
And loll away on the cold winter nights
             Em          Bm             D          G
But don't be leaving nor reaving like a borderless heathen
          D                  C     G
Like your daddy who took the wrong way home


[Interlude 1]
D      Bm      G   D   Em   Bm   G   D


[Verse 2]
         D           G                                 D
With the wind at our backs we took our leave after the harvest
                                     G
Thirteen men and their charges rode away
   D                  G                                D
We forged through the rains, hit like hammers upon the anvil
                               G
But returned only few upon the day


[Chorus 2]
       Em            Bm            D             G
In the Southlands we paid with our fair share of blood
         D                         G
Upon our saddles and a lifetime of tears
      Em              Bm             D          G
I was thieving, I was reaving like a borderless heathen
        D                 C     G
Like my daddy, I took the wrong way home


[Interlude 2]
D      Bm      G   D   Em   Bm   G


[Bridge]
A                                 F#m
Ghost and kin come to me at every hour
          D                A
Somewhere out there in the mist
      Bm                   F#m                   D
Lay a child who never will run among the barley (run among the barley)
A                                 F#m
Ghost and kin come to me at every hour
          D                A
Somewhere out there in the mist
      Bm                   F#m                   D
Lay a child who never will run among the barley (run among the barley)
A                                 F#m
Ghost and kin come to me at every hour every day
         D               A
And they won't let me forget
        Bm                   F#m                   D
About a child who never will run among the barley (run among the barley)
F#m                   D
Run among the barley (run among the barley)
F#m                   D                    A
Run among the barley, run among the barley