Chords for Alison Krauss & Ralph Stanley- Heavens Bright Shore.
Tempo:
89.175 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Out on the hills of glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place full of marvelous grace on heaven's [D] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
Pilgrims [G] on earth someday will go to live in that land forevermore, while trusting in Him who died for [D] sin and rose from [G] the grave, and rose from the grave.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's [G] bright shore.
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Thinking about that mystic stream, it stirs in my soul upon the stream, and voices I hear and faces so dim, it seems I [D] can see, it seems I can see.
Praising [G] the Lord while here below, so often they sing, I'm ready to go, I'll feel at home some wonderful day on [D] heaven's [G] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, [D] there'll be [G] no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day on heaven's bright shore.
When I must cross that rolling tide, someone will be on the other side, to welcome my soul to that fair land, made perfect [D] by love, made perfect by love.
As I [G] walk up that milky way, I see that homecoming mirror ray, how sweet it must be for angels to see, a pilgrim reach home, a pilgrim reach home.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all that [D] fair land, that wonderful land.
Not even [G] a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's bright shore.
Out on the hills of glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place full of marvelous grace on heaven's [D] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
Pilgrims [G] on earth someday will go to live in that land forevermore, while trusting in Him who died for [D] sin and rose from [G] the grave, and rose from the grave.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's [G] bright shore.
[D] [G]
Thinking about that mystic stream, it stirs in my soul upon the stream, and voices I hear and faces so dim, it seems I [D] can see, it seems I can see.
Praising [G] the Lord while here below, so often they sing, I'm ready to go, I'll feel at home some wonderful day on [D] heaven's [G] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, [D] there'll be [G] no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day on heaven's bright shore.
When I must cross that rolling tide, someone will be on the other side, to welcome my soul to that fair land, made perfect [D] by love, made perfect by love.
As I [G] walk up that milky way, I see that homecoming mirror ray, how sweet it must be for angels to see, a pilgrim reach home, a pilgrim reach home.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all that [D] fair land, that wonderful land.
Not even [G] a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's bright shore.
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_ Out on the hills of glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place full of marvelous grace on heaven's [D] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
Pilgrims [G] on earth someday will go to live in that land forevermore, while trusting in Him who died for [D] sin and rose from [G] the grave, and rose from the grave.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's [G] bright shore. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ Thinking about that mystic stream, it stirs in my soul upon the stream, and voices I hear and faces so dim, it seems I [D] can see, it seems I can see.
Praising [G] the Lord while here below, so often they sing, I'm ready to go, I'll feel at home some wonderful day on [D] heaven's [G] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, [D] there'll be [G] no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day on heaven's bright shore. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ When I must cross that rolling tide, someone will be on the other side, to welcome my soul to that fair land, made perfect [D] by love, made perfect by love.
As I [G] walk up that milky way, I see that homecoming mirror ray, how sweet it must be for angels to see, a pilgrim reach home, a pilgrim reach home.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all that [D] fair land, that wonderful land.
Not even [G] a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's bright shore. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ Out on the hills of glory land, so happy and free at God's right hand, they tell of a place full of marvelous grace on heaven's [D] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
Pilgrims [G] on earth someday will go to live in that land forevermore, while trusting in Him who died for [D] sin and rose from [G] the grave, and rose from the grave.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's [G] bright shore. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ Thinking about that mystic stream, it stirs in my soul upon the stream, and voices I hear and faces so dim, it seems I [D] can see, it seems I can see.
Praising [G] the Lord while here below, so often they sing, I'm ready to go, I'll feel at home some wonderful day on [D] heaven's [G] bright shore, on heaven's bright shore.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, [D] there'll be [G] no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all [D] that fair land, that wonderful land.
Not [G] even a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day on heaven's bright shore. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ When I must cross that rolling tide, someone will be on the other side, to welcome my soul to that fair land, made perfect [D] by love, made perfect by love.
As I [G] walk up that milky way, I see that homecoming mirror ray, how sweet it must be for angels to see, a pilgrim reach home, a pilgrim reach home.
On heaven's bright shore, on heaven's bright shore, there'll be no doubt, no doubt, over there, not one little grave, not one little grave in all that [D] fair land, that wonderful land.
Not even [G] a tear will dim the eye, and no one up there will say goodbye, just singing His praise through endless day [D] on heaven's bright shore. _ _ _ _