Chords for "The Green Hills of Earth"
Tempo:
72.275 bpm
Chords used:
F
F#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We pray for one last landing on the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
Out ride the sons of Terra, forth rides the thundering jet.
Up leaps the race of Earth men, out far and onward yet.
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me as they rove around the girl
of our lovely mother planet of the cool green hills above.
We rot in the molds of Venus, we retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles, crawling with unclean death.
We've tried each spinning space moat and reckoned it's true worth.
Take us back again to the homes of men on the cool green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling spacemen back to their trade.
All hands stand by, free falling, and the lights below us fade.
We pray for one last landing [F] on the globe that [F#] gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
We pray for one [N] last landing on the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the [G#] fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
Out ride the sons of Terra, forth rides the thundering jet.
Up leaps the race of Earth men, out far and onward yet.
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me as they rove around the girl
of our lovely mother planet of the cool green hills above.
We rot in the molds of Venus, we retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles, crawling with unclean death.
We've tried each spinning space moat and reckoned it's true worth.
Take us back again to the homes of men on the cool green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling spacemen back to their trade.
All hands stand by, free falling, and the lights below us fade.
We pray for one last landing [F] on the globe that [F#] gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
We pray for one [N] last landing on the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the [G#] fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
Key:
F
F#
G#
F
F#
G#
F
F#
_ _ _ We pray for one last landing on the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
_ Out ride the sons of Terra, forth rides the thundering jet.
Up leaps the race of Earth men, out far and onward yet.
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me as they rove around the girl
of our lovely mother planet of the cool green hills above.
_ _ We rot in the molds of Venus, we retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles, crawling with unclean death.
_ We've tried each spinning space moat and reckoned it's true worth.
Take us back again to the homes of men on the cool green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling spacemen back to their trade.
All hands stand by, free falling, and the lights below us fade.
We pray for one last landing [F] on the globe that [F#] gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above. _ _
We pray for one [N] last landing on _ the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the [G#] fleecy skies and the cool green hills above. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above.
_ Out ride the sons of Terra, forth rides the thundering jet.
Up leaps the race of Earth men, out far and onward yet.
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me as they rove around the girl
of our lovely mother planet of the cool green hills above.
_ _ We rot in the molds of Venus, we retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles, crawling with unclean death.
_ We've tried each spinning space moat and reckoned it's true worth.
Take us back again to the homes of men on the cool green hills of Earth.
The arching sky is calling spacemen back to their trade.
All hands stand by, free falling, and the lights below us fade.
We pray for one last landing [F] on the globe that [F#] gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool green hills above. _ _
We pray for one [N] last landing on _ the globe that gave us birth.
Let us rest our eyes on the [G#] fleecy skies and the cool green hills above. _
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