by Walt Wilkins
Written by: Wilkins/Sheridan
All night I've wrestled Jacob's angel,
Prayed with Matthew, Luke, and John.
Struggling to find the words to face the task
That comes up the blood red dawn.
I've buried men before their time -
Alcohol, blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miner's sons
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,
Then sailed home to these rocky graves
In family plots, that bear their name.
C G Dm Am
- Tomorrow I'll walk up seven hillsides
C G Dm Am
And 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?
And there I'll stand, good book in hand
Shepherd to these precious lambs,
Dm ? G Am
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say? -
To tell the truth, I never though much
About the will of God before.
When called to preach at seventeen,
I was in love with firey words and not much more.
But the time has come to keep the faith
For other shattered by their loss
And remind them of a loving God
Whose son, like theirs, paid the cost,
To save a sad and wicked world -
Through sacrifice our love is heard
And I'll pray I believe those words.
- REPEAT CHORUS - 2X
Am = X02210
G = 320033
C = X32010
Dm = XX0231
F = X33211 or 133211
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