Cifras
The Battle

Tono: C

Introducción: C    Em    C    Em    

                  AmEm  DEm  C  D  C  D  
                  A  Em  A  Em  AmEm  DEm  
                  CEm  
                                                                                                  Em  
In the early dawn the Bishop's men
D                                      Em  
Shivered in the damp
                                                                                        D  
But the shiver came not from the cold
          C                                                      D  
And spread throughout the camp
          A                                         Em  
The trembling horses sensed the fear
        A                                            Em  
Of silent thoughtful men
          Am                                                    Em  
Who prayed that wives and families
                D                                    Em         C    Em    C  
Might see them once again
                                                                                     Em  
The Bishop sent a dawn patrol
        D                                                         Em  
To investigate the weight
                                                                D  
Of forces at the King's command
     C                                              D  
Ensconced behind the gate
          A                                                 Em  
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
                     A                                                    Em  
As they drew close enough to show
          Am                                    Em  
The sentries on the battlements
                  D                                      Em         C    Em    C  
And an archer drew his bow
                                                                                                     Em  
From the topmost tower a sentry fell
                D                                            Em  
As an arrow pierced his skull
                                                                     D  
And his headlong flight into the moat
C                                         D  
Seemed that of a gull
          A                                      Em  
The patrol reported little
                          A                                      Em  
There was nothing much to see
                     Am                                         Em  
But the strong and silent castle
     D                                 Em         C    Em    C  
A symbol of the free
                     N.C.                            Em
          D                                    Em  
As the first rays of the sun
                                             D  
Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
          C                            D  
The fatal day begun
                        A                                         Em  
From the castle green the rooks took flight
                  A                                            Em  
To the high trees in the east
                        Am                                         Em  
To their carrion minds the battlefield
                D                            Em            C    Em    C  
Set a table for a feast
                                                                                                Em  
A tide of black, the Bishop's men
D                                    Em  
Equality their right
                                                  D  
Swarmed like ants across the hill
                C                                    D  
Their aim at last in sight
          A                                                      Em  
The King's men dressed in purest white
             A                                    Em  
Were driven back by force
                     Am                                            Em  
And the fighting grew more violent
                  D                                      Em            C    Em    C  
As the battle took its course
                                                                             Em  
The Bishops gave the order
          D                            Em  
"No mercy to be shown.
                                                  D  
The sacrifice will reap rewards
                        C                            D  
When the King is overthrown"
          A                                            Em  
The sight of children lying dead
             A                                            Em  
Made hardened soldiers weep
          Am                              Em  
The outer walls began to fall
             D                                            Em         C    Em    C  
They moved towards the keep
                                                                                                Em  
The rooks surveyed the battlefield
                D                              Em  
Their hungry beady eyes
                                                                  D  
Revelled in the sight of death
C                                 D  
Showing no surprise
          A                                         Em  
The pressure mounted steadily
                  A                                              Em  
As the Bishops neared the gate
                     Am                                                    Em  
And the desperate King called to his knights
                             D                              Em              C    Em    C  
"It's your lives or the state"
                                                                                                  Em  
When the anxious King began to fail
        D                                      Em  
As many thought he might
                                                                D  
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
          C                                         D  
And urged the men to fight
          A                                            Em  
The Bishops' men were tiring
                  A                                    Em  
As the afternoon grew late
                     Am                                                      Em  
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
          D                                                         Em            C    Em    C  
And poured out through the gate
                                                                                                          Em  
They fought their way across the bridge
          D                                         Em  
The men like falling leaves
                                                        D  
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
          C                                    D  
The vicious sickle cleaves
          A                              Em  
The tide receded up the hill
          A                                              Em  
The waste of reclaimed land
Am                              Em  
Once decaying swamp became
     D                                                 Em      C    Em    C  
A shore of pure white sand
                                                                                                Em  
A blinded priest was seen to bless
             D                                 Em  
Both dying and the dead
                                                                     D  
As he stumbled around the battlefield
          C                                      D  
His cassock running red
        A                                                      Em  
If uniform were black or white
          A                                         Em  
His eyes could never see
          Am                                      Em  
And death made no distinction
          D                            Em      C    Em    C  
Whatever man he be
                                                                                                  Em  
As darkness fell both camps withdrew
                D                                                 Em  
Their soldiers slain like cattle
                                                        D  
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
          C                                    D  
The victors of the battle
        F#m                         Em  
At evensong the camps reviewed
                F#m                         Em  
Their sad depleted ranks
                D                                 C  
As survivors of the battle
             Bm    D                                    A  
Gave god their grateful thanks