Am
All night I've wrestled Jacob's angel,
Prayed with Matthew, Luke, and John.
Struggling to find the words to face the task
G Am
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
G
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave,
Then sailed home to these rocky graves
Am
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?
G
And there I'll stand, good book in hand
F
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 never though much
About the will of God before.
When called to preach at seventeen,
G Am
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,
G
To save a sad and wicked world -
Through sacrifice our love is heard
Am
And I'll pray I believe those words.
- REPEAT Chorus - 2X