Cifra de Chip Walters - Pigeon Hill - Misc Originals
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Primeiro acorde: G 4 acordes identificados
Intro:
G D Em C D Em
[Verso 1]
Em C G
There's a ridge above the pines where the red clay meets the sky,
Em G C D
Just West of Kennesaw, where the old winds still pass by.
C D G C G
You can feel it in the silence, like a story never told.
Em G D Em
Where the ground once shook with thunder, and the blood ran through the soil.
[Verso 2]
Em C G
They came up through the valley, boots heavy in the rain.
Em G C D
Brothers on both sides of lines they didn't choose to claim.
C D G C Em
Smoke hung in the morning, prayers whispered in the din.
And the hill kept all their secrets, carved deep beneath the wind.
[Refrão]
Now the only sound's a whisper through the Georgia trees.
And the sun falls slow like Mercy on the leaves.
Where the cannons once were crying now, the stillness fills your soul,
You can lay your burdens down on Pigeon Hill.
[Verso 3]
Em C G
There's a trail of worn out footsteps, where the wild flowers grow,
And a hush that feels like heaven, in the golden evening glow.
C D G C G
No flags left to wave here, no lines left to defend,
Em G D
Just a quiet kind of Grace you don't have to understand.
[Verso 4]
Em C G
I've sat there in the twilight, with nothing left to say.
Watched the light roll off the mountain and carry me away.
And somewhere in that stillness, past the sorrow and the loss
Em G D
I felt a hand of Mercy in the shadow of the Cross.
[Refrão]
Now the only sound's a whisper through the Georgia trees.
And the sun falls slow like Mercy on the leaves.
Where the cannons once were crying now, the stillness fills your soul,
You can lay your burdens down on Pigeon Hill.
[Ponte]
C D
Time don't forget, but it softens what it can,
Turns the cries into a silence only God can understand.
C D
And every broken story that was written in that ground
Finds a little piece of healing when the sun goes down.
[Refrão]
C D G
Yeah the only sound's a whisper through the Georgia trees.
And His Grace comes drifting in on every breeze.
Where the past still lingers softly, but the hurt has lost its will,
You can find a little heaven on Pigeon Hill.
