The rawdon Hills

A4      : x02230 A6/G    : 302222 G(add9) : 320203 et 32023x, un ensuite l'autre D/F#    : 200232 Gmaj7   : 320002 D7/F#   : 200212 A7/G    : 302020 E2      : 024100 F       : x87565 D/C     : x30232   Worn down shacks of labour past_ on a hill of broken stone___ Once brought_ by men_ to_ the stam_-ping mills_ to crush away the go-old___      But before_ it could pass_ to__ their_ sons_ the glory_ left_ the hole__ The Raw_-don Hills_    once were touched by-y_ gold___       The grandsons_ of the mining men_ scratch the fields__ among the trees___ When the gold_ played out_ they were all_ turned_ out_ with granite dus_-ted knees____      But at night_ around the stoves__ sometimes the stories_ still__ unfold_ The Raw_-don Hills__    once were touched_ by-y gold___     Grandsons of the mi_-ning men_ you'll_      see it in your dreams____     Beneath your father's_ bones_ still lies_      the undiscovered se_-am____ __     Of Quartzite_ in a serpentine vein that marks the greatest yield__ And along the Midland railway_      it's still_ told____ __ How the Raw_-don Hills_      once were touched by-y_  gold_   Eighty years__ has been and gone since there was color in the hole____ And the careworn shades__ of the hard-rock men_ surround the old_ Cope lode___ And through_ the tiny_ hill_side_ fa-arms_ the miner's tales grow old_ The Raw_-don Hills_    once were touched by-y_ gold_   The Raw_-don Hills_    once were touched by-y_ gold____ __