GUADALUPE
Tom Russell

Capo 4

(G)

There are ghosts out in the (G) rain tonight
High up in those ancient (Am) trees
Lord, I've given up with(D)out a fight
Another blind fool on his (G) knees

And all the Gods that I've a(G)bandoned
Begin to speak in simple (Am) tongues
Lord, suddenly I've (D) come to know
There are no roads left to (G) run

Now it's the hour of dogs a-barking
That's what the old ones used to say
It's first light or it's sundown
Before the children cease their play

When the mountains glow like mission wine
And turn grey like a Spanish roa
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
And turn away and head on home


Chorus:

She is reaching out her (C) arms tonight
Lord, my poverty is (G) real
I pray roses shall rain (Am) down on me
(D) From Guadalupe on her (G) hill

But who am I to doubt these (C) mysteries
Cured in centuries of (G) blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your (Am) pilgrims here
(D) I am most in need of (G) hope


She appeared to Juan Diego
She left her image on his cape
Five hundred years of sorrow
Have not destroyed their deepest faith

But here I am your ragged disbeliever
Old doubting Thomas drowns in tears
As I watched your church sink through the earth
Like a heart worn down through fear


Chorus:

She is reaching out her arms tonight
Lord, my poverty is real
I pray roses shall rain down on me
From Guadalupe on her hill

But who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope