Chords for Phil Baggaley - City of Gold Track 14 Heaven
Tempo:
89.55 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[E] When I'm in heaven, tell [C#m] me there'll be kites to [B] fly.
[E] The kind they say you can control, [B] although I never did for long.
The kind that [E] spin and spin and spin and spin, then [C#m] sulk and dive [B] and die and [E] rise again
and spin again and dive and die [B] and rise up yet again.
I love those kites.
[A] When I'm in heaven, [B] tell me there'll be [E] friends to meet in ancient oak-beamed [F#m] Sussex pubs,
enfolded by the wanton downs, [C#] and summer evenings [G#] lapping lazily against the shore of [E] sweet,
familiar little lands, inhabited by [A] silence or by nonsenses.
[B] The things you cannot safely say [E] in any other place.
I love those times.
[C#m] When I'm in heaven, tell [A] me there'll be seasons when [E] the colors fly, [G#m] poppies splashing [A] flame
through dying yellow, living green, [E] and autumn's burning sadness that has [A] always made me cry
for things that have [E] to end, [G#m] for winter fires that [A] blaze like captive suns but [E] look so cold
when the morning [B] comes.
I do love the way the seasons change.
When I'm in heaven, [E] tell me there will be peace at [A] last, [B] that in some meadow [E] filled
with sunshine, filled with buttercups [B] and filled with friends, you will [E] chew a straw
and fill us in [A] on how things [B] really are.
[E] And if there is some harm [B] in laying earthly hope at heaven's door, or in this saying [C#m] so,
have [A] mercy on my foolishness, dear [B] Lord.
I love this world, you may.
It's all I know.
[E]
[B] [A]
[E] When I'm in heaven, tell [C#m] me there'll be kites to [B] fly.
[E] The kind they say you can control, [B] although I never did for long.
The kind that [E] spin and spin and spin and spin, then [C#m] sulk and dive [B] and die and [E] rise again
and spin again and dive and die [B] and rise up yet again.
I love those kites.
[A] When I'm in heaven, [B] tell me there'll be [E] friends to meet in ancient oak-beamed [F#m] Sussex pubs,
enfolded by the wanton downs, [C#] and summer evenings [G#] lapping lazily against the shore of [E] sweet,
familiar little lands, inhabited by [A] silence or by nonsenses.
[B] The things you cannot safely say [E] in any other place.
I love those times.
[C#m] When I'm in heaven, tell [A] me there'll be seasons when [E] the colors fly, [G#m] poppies splashing [A] flame
through dying yellow, living green, [E] and autumn's burning sadness that has [A] always made me cry
for things that have [E] to end, [G#m] for winter fires that [A] blaze like captive suns but [E] look so cold
when the morning [B] comes.
I do love the way the seasons change.
When I'm in heaven, [E] tell me there will be peace at [A] last, [B] that in some meadow [E] filled
with sunshine, filled with buttercups [B] and filled with friends, you will [E] chew a straw
and fill us in [A] on how things [B] really are.
[E] And if there is some harm [B] in laying earthly hope at heaven's door, or in this saying [C#m] so,
have [A] mercy on my foolishness, dear [B] Lord.
I love this world, you may.
It's all I know.
[E]
Key:
E
B
A
C#m
G#m
E
B
A
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ When I'm in heaven, tell [C#m] me there'll be kites to [B] fly.
[E] The kind they say you can control, [B] although I never did for long.
The kind that [E] spin and spin and spin and spin, then [C#m] sulk and dive [B] and die and [E] rise again
and spin again and dive and die [B] and rise up yet again.
I love those kites.
_ _ [A] When I'm in heaven, [B] tell me there'll be [E] friends to meet in ancient oak-beamed [F#m] Sussex pubs,
enfolded by the wanton downs, [C#] and summer evenings [G#] lapping lazily against the shore of [E] sweet,
familiar little lands, inhabited by [A] silence or by nonsenses.
[B] The things you cannot safely say [E] in any other place.
_ I love those times. _
_ [C#m] When I'm in heaven, tell [A] me there'll be seasons when [E] the colors fly, [G#m] poppies splashing [A] flame
through dying yellow, living green, [E] and autumn's burning sadness that has [A] always made me cry
for things that have [E] to end, _ [G#m] for winter fires that [A] blaze like captive suns but [E] look so cold
when the morning [B] comes. _
I do love the way the seasons change. _ _
_ When I'm in heaven, [E] tell me there will be peace at [A] last, [B] that in some meadow [E] filled
with sunshine, filled with buttercups [B] and filled with friends, you will [E] chew a straw
and fill us in [A] on how things [B] really are. _
[E] And if there is some harm [B] in laying earthly hope at heaven's door, or in this saying [C#m] so, _ _
have [A] mercy on my foolishness, dear [B] Lord.
I love this world, you may.
It's all I know.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ When I'm in heaven, tell [C#m] me there'll be kites to [B] fly.
[E] The kind they say you can control, [B] although I never did for long.
The kind that [E] spin and spin and spin and spin, then [C#m] sulk and dive [B] and die and [E] rise again
and spin again and dive and die [B] and rise up yet again.
I love those kites.
_ _ [A] When I'm in heaven, [B] tell me there'll be [E] friends to meet in ancient oak-beamed [F#m] Sussex pubs,
enfolded by the wanton downs, [C#] and summer evenings [G#] lapping lazily against the shore of [E] sweet,
familiar little lands, inhabited by [A] silence or by nonsenses.
[B] The things you cannot safely say [E] in any other place.
_ I love those times. _
_ [C#m] When I'm in heaven, tell [A] me there'll be seasons when [E] the colors fly, [G#m] poppies splashing [A] flame
through dying yellow, living green, [E] and autumn's burning sadness that has [A] always made me cry
for things that have [E] to end, _ [G#m] for winter fires that [A] blaze like captive suns but [E] look so cold
when the morning [B] comes. _
I do love the way the seasons change. _ _
_ When I'm in heaven, [E] tell me there will be peace at [A] last, [B] that in some meadow [E] filled
with sunshine, filled with buttercups [B] and filled with friends, you will [E] chew a straw
and fill us in [A] on how things [B] really are. _
[E] And if there is some harm [B] in laying earthly hope at heaven's door, or in this saying [C#m] so, _ _
have [A] mercy on my foolishness, dear [B] Lord.
I love this world, you may.
It's all I know.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _