Chords for Here's To You Sweet England - (Spinners' song) - written and performed by Postcards Of Life
Tempo:
125.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
B
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D]
[B] [D]
Here's to you, sweet [G] loving [D]
friend, the land [A] where I [D] was born,
Where the grass is green [G] and the [D] oak is tall, with fields [A] full of [D] barnacles.
Where life is simple, [G] it can do, where [D] oft times [A] you may hear,
[D] Many [G] Englishmen with [D] pride and joy, to be [A] told this [D] land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G]
[D] friend, the [A] land where [D] I belong,
Above your rolling hills [G] the [D] skyline fills, the star-burnt sky we saw.
It's where I can speak with words [G] of free, and give of [A] my goodwill,
[D] And if ever I [G] am far [D] away, my dreams you will always fill.
[A] Yes, if ever I am [D]
far away, [G] in some far off land I'd be,
Like Lord [D] Squiggle before the day, [G] I'll return to England.
[A] [D] Here's to you, sweet [G] loving [D] friend, you'll [A] always be home [D] to me,
From your cliff-right shores [G] to [D] Northumbria's moors, from the bend [A] to the [D] west of Shee.
There are many here among us [G] now, let [D] them all [A] sigh here then sing,
[D] We're just proud to toil above [G] English [D] soil, with the flag of St George flying.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [A] And if ever [D] I am far away, in some [G] far off land [A] I'd be,
Like Lord Squiggle [D] before the day, I'll return to [A] England.
[D] Here's to you, sweet loving friend, the land where I was born,
Where the grass is green and the earth is tall, it [A] feels good on [D]
body and soul.
So like me simple [G] little Jews, where [D] oft are you, my dear?
Many in rich land [G] with pride [D] and joy, to me God is a land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G] [D] England, the land [E] where I [D] was born.
[B] [D]
Here's to you, sweet [G] loving [D]
friend, the land [A] where I [D] was born,
Where the grass is green [G] and the [D] oak is tall, with fields [A] full of [D] barnacles.
Where life is simple, [G] it can do, where [D] oft times [A] you may hear,
[D] Many [G] Englishmen with [D] pride and joy, to be [A] told this [D] land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G]
[D] friend, the [A] land where [D] I belong,
Above your rolling hills [G] the [D] skyline fills, the star-burnt sky we saw.
It's where I can speak with words [G] of free, and give of [A] my goodwill,
[D] And if ever I [G] am far [D] away, my dreams you will always fill.
[A] Yes, if ever I am [D]
far away, [G] in some far off land I'd be,
Like Lord [D] Squiggle before the day, [G] I'll return to England.
[A] [D] Here's to you, sweet [G] loving [D] friend, you'll [A] always be home [D] to me,
From your cliff-right shores [G] to [D] Northumbria's moors, from the bend [A] to the [D] west of Shee.
There are many here among us [G] now, let [D] them all [A] sigh here then sing,
[D] We're just proud to toil above [G] English [D] soil, with the flag of St George flying.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D] [A] And if ever [D] I am far away, in some [G] far off land [A] I'd be,
Like Lord Squiggle [D] before the day, I'll return to [A] England.
[D] Here's to you, sweet loving friend, the land where I was born,
Where the grass is green and the earth is tall, it [A] feels good on [D]
body and soul.
So like me simple [G] little Jews, where [D] oft are you, my dear?
Many in rich land [G] with pride [D] and joy, to me God is a land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G] [D] England, the land [E] where I [D] was born.
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_ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Here's to you, sweet [G] loving _ [D]
friend, the land [A] where I [D] was born,
Where the grass is green [G] and the [D] oak is tall, with fields [A] full of [D] barnacles. _
_ Where life is simple, [G] it can do, where [D] oft times [A] you may hear,
[D] Many _ _ [G] Englishmen with [D] pride and joy, to be [A] told this [D] land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G] _ _
[D] friend, the [A] land where [D] I belong, _
Above your rolling hills [G] the [D] skyline fills, the star-burnt sky we saw.
It's where I can speak with words [G] of free, and give of [A] my goodwill,
_ [D] And if ever I [G] am far [D] away, my dreams you will always fill.
_ [A] Yes, if ever I am [D]
far away, [G] in some far off land I'd be,
Like Lord [D] Squiggle before the day, [G] I'll return to England. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] Here's to you, sweet [G] loving _ [D] friend, you'll [A] always be home [D] to me,
From your cliff-right shores [G] to _ [D] Northumbria's moors, from the bend [A] to the [D] west of Shee.
There are many here among us [G] now, let [D] them all [A] sigh here then sing,
[D] We're just proud to toil above [G] English [D] soil, with the flag of St George flying. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] And if ever [D] I am far away, in some [G] far off land [A] I'd be,
Like Lord Squiggle [D] before the day, I'll return to [A] England. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Here's to you, sweet loving _ _ friend, the land where I was born,
Where the grass is green and the earth is tall, it [A] feels good on [D]
body and soul.
_ So like me simple [G] little Jews, where [D] oft are you, my dear?
Many in rich land [G] with pride [D] and joy, to me God is a land so dear.
_ Here's to you, sweet loving [G] _ _ [D] England, the land [E] where I [D] was born. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ _
Here's to you, sweet [G] loving _ [D]
friend, the land [A] where I [D] was born,
Where the grass is green [G] and the [D] oak is tall, with fields [A] full of [D] barnacles. _
_ Where life is simple, [G] it can do, where [D] oft times [A] you may hear,
[D] Many _ _ [G] Englishmen with [D] pride and joy, to be [A] told this [D] land so dear.
Here's to you, sweet loving [G] _ _
[D] friend, the [A] land where [D] I belong, _
Above your rolling hills [G] the [D] skyline fills, the star-burnt sky we saw.
It's where I can speak with words [G] of free, and give of [A] my goodwill,
_ [D] And if ever I [G] am far [D] away, my dreams you will always fill.
_ [A] Yes, if ever I am [D]
far away, [G] in some far off land I'd be,
Like Lord [D] Squiggle before the day, [G] I'll return to England. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] Here's to you, sweet [G] loving _ [D] friend, you'll [A] always be home [D] to me,
From your cliff-right shores [G] to _ [D] Northumbria's moors, from the bend [A] to the [D] west of Shee.
There are many here among us [G] now, let [D] them all [A] sigh here then sing,
[D] We're just proud to toil above [G] English [D] soil, with the flag of St George flying. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] And if ever [D] I am far away, in some [G] far off land [A] I'd be,
Like Lord Squiggle [D] before the day, I'll return to [A] England. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Here's to you, sweet loving _ _ friend, the land where I was born,
Where the grass is green and the earth is tall, it [A] feels good on [D]
body and soul.
_ So like me simple [G] little Jews, where [D] oft are you, my dear?
Many in rich land [G] with pride [D] and joy, to me God is a land so dear.
_ Here's to you, sweet loving [G] _ _ [D] England, the land [E] where I [D] was born. _ _ _ _ _