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The High Countries
by Sandra McCracken

Capo 2

intro - C Fmaj7 C Fmaj7

    C             Fmaj7                           C     Fmaj7
A bus station,         in the steam from the rain
       Am       Gsus   Fmaj7                           C  Fmaj7
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
             C            Fmaj7                  C     Fmaj7
The whole field of vision,     fades beneath me now
         Am       Gsus              Fmaj7               C
And the houses spread for a million miles in this gray town
        Am                      Fmaj7           Gsus
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
         Am                           Fmaj7    Gsus
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance

          Am      Gsus
Would you fall to pieces
          Am      C
Would you fall to pieces
          Am      Gsus
Would you fall to pieces
            C             Fmaj7  C  Fmaj7
In the high countries?


            C          Fmaj7                 C   Fmaj7
We are just pilgrims         of the great divorce
   Am               Gsus          Fmaj7
I am witness to the light and I am captive
                     C
To my own remorse

        Am                      Fmaj7           Gsus
And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
         Am                           Fmaj7    Gsus
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance


-chorus-

               Gsus        Am            Fmaj7          C
You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
    Gsus            Am         Fmaj7  Gsus
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead


             C           Fmaj7              C     Fmaj7
Out on the green plains,       I am but a ghost
Am            Gsus            Fmaj7                     C
Bound up with all that I call "mine", still the light grows

-chorus-

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Title:         The High Countries
Written By:    Sandra McCracken
Performed By:  Caedmon's Call
Album:         Back Home
Copyright:     2003 Same Old Dress Music/ ASCAP
Tabbed By:     Andrew Nyberg (benign1@rocketmail.com)
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Intro:
D  Dsus  D  Dsus (x2)

Verse 1:
D          Dsus                      D     Dsus
A bus station, in the steam from the rain
        Bm      A    G                         D
In this line of pale strangers, should I go or stay?
                   D    Dsus                   D    Dsus
The whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
        Bm     A                    G                      D
And the houses spread for a million miles, in this gray town


Pre-chorus:
        Bm        Bm7           G              A
And the weight of glory, if you held it in you hand
         Bm         Bm7             G          A
It would pass right through you, so now's your chance


Chorus:
          Bm  Bm7  A
Would you fall to pieces
          Bm  Bm7  D
Would you fall to pieces
          Bm  Bm7  A
Would you fall to pieces
             D
In the high countries?


Verse 2:
            D      Dsus               D     Dsus
We are just pilgrims of the great divorce
     Bm             A               G                        D
I am witness to the light and I am captive to my own remorse

Pre-chorus
Chorus

Bridge:
              A          Bm             G             D
You drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
    A              Bm         G        A
The cup was poured out on the Maker instead


Verse 3:
           D          Dsus            D     Dsus
Out on the green plains, I am but a ghost
     Bm       A                G                          D
Bound up with all that I call "mine", still the light grows

Chorus (x2)

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