Am
All night I've wrestled Jacob's angels

And prayed with Matthew, Luke and John

Struggling to find the words
                                     G
To face the task that comes upon the blood red dawn
Am
I've buried men before their time

Of alcohol and blackened lung

But how to bury seven of these
                              G
Appalachian miner's sons, who stormed the beaches

Wave on wave and sailed home to these rocky graves
     Am
And family plots that bared their names


C        G              Dm   Am
Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
C        G                  Dm     Am
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
F      G              Am          G               F
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and everyone

Will turn to me for the word of God what does this mean
                G
And there I'll stand good book in hand
                              F
A shepherd to these precious lambs
            Dm               G               Am
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say


Am
To tell the truth I've never thought 

Much about the will of God before

Called to preach at seventeen I was in love
                     G
With fiery words and not much more
Am
The time has come to keep the faith

For others shattered by their loss

Remind them of the loving God whose son like theirs
                 G
Paid the cost to save a sad and wicked world

Through sacrifice our love is heard
   Am
And pray that I believe those words


C        G              Dm   Am
Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides
C        G                  Dm     Am
Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides
F      G              Am          G               F
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and everyone

Will turn to me for the word of God what does this mean
                G
And there I'll stand good book in hand
                              F
A shepherd to these precious lambs
            Dm               G               Am
What will I say, What will I say, What can I say