Red And Gold chords

[CHORUS]
[C]Red and [G]Gold are [F]royal [G]colours [C]
Peasant [Am]colours are [F]green and [G]brown
[C]Green is the [F]corn in the [C]brown earth when it's [Am]growing
[F]Red and [C]gold when the [G]harvest is cut [C]down

[VERSE]
Through Cropredy in [Dm]Oxfordshire, the [F]Cherwell takes its [G]course
And the [C]willows weep in[F]to its waters [G]clear
My [C]name it is Will [F]Tims, it's [G]here that I was [C]born
[F]Raised in faith, my [G]King and god to [C]fear

[VERSE]
In sixteen forty-[Dm]four, the King in [F]Oxford Town did [G]dwell
Though we'd [C]heard that Cromwell's [F]army was near[G]by
It did [C]not occur to [F]me that [G]little Cropre[C]dy
Could be [F]witness to the [G]meeting of both [C]sides

[VERSE]
On June the 2[Dm]9th that year, I [F]was about my [G]work
Cutting [C]hedges in a [F]meadow by the [G]stream
My blade [C]slipped, I cut my [F]hand, my [G]own dear blood did [C]flow
U[F]pon the brown earth[G] and the corn still [C]green

[VERSE]
Now it did distress me [Dm]so to [F]watch my own blood [G]flow
And [C]quickly soak in[F]to the greedy [G]ground
In red and [C]gold my colours [F]swam and [G]sweat broke on my [C]brow
[F]Faint, I knew that [G]I must lay me [C]down

[CHORUS]
[C]Red and [G]Gold are [F]royal [G]colours [C]
Peasant [Am]colours are [F]green and [G]brown
[C]Green is the [F]corn in the [C]brown earth when it's [Am]growing
[F]Red and [C]gold when the [G]harvest is cut [C]down

[VERSE]
At first I thought the [Dm]thundering was [F]just inside my [G]head
So I [C]raised myself a[F]bove the hedge to [G]see
And I [C]watched as in a [F]dream, as the [G]armies fought down[C]stream
The [F]Battle for the [G]Bridge at Cropre[C]dy

[VERSE]
Now the King's men fought in [Dm]red and gold, though [F]Cromwell's men were [G]plainer
The [C]blood they spilled was [F]coloured just the [G]same
Through the [C]hedgerow's fragile [F]cover, I saw [G]brother killing [C]brother
And [F]all of this was [G]done in Jesus' [C]name

[CHORUS]
Red and [G]Gold are [F]royal [G]colours [C]
Peasant [Am]colours are [F]green and [G]brown
[C]Green is the [F]corn in the [C]brown earth when it's [Am]growing
[F]Red and [C]gold when the [G]harvest is cut [C]down

[VERSE]
All that day and [Dm]all the next, the [F]battle it was [G]raging
Though when [C]darkness came,[F] I slipped a[G]way
But the [C]crying of the [F]dying kept me [G]wakeful and just [C]lying
In my [F]bed until the [G]dawning of the [C]day

[BRIDGE]
And the [G]dreams I had were red and [C]gold
And the [F]little [C]stream became a [G]flood
From [C]all my [F]brothers [C]killing one a[Am]nother
Till [F]waking, I [C]realised, it was [G]all my own dear [C]blood

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[C] [F] [G] [C] [Am] [F] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [C]

[VERSE]
Some were buried [Dm]in the church and [F]some just where they [G]fell
With no [C]markers to de[F]clare their place of [G]rest
But the [C]poppies they do [F]grow where [G]they were never [C]sown
And [F]to my mind they [G]do declare it [C]best

[VERSE]
And each year when the [Dm]green corn once a[F]gain turns into [G]gold
And the [C]poppies in the [F]field again re[G]mind me
Like the [C]scar upon my [F]hand and the [G]blood spilled on this [C]land
And the [F]hungry earth so [G]eager to con[C]fine me

[CHORUS]
For red and [G]gold they [F]are the [G]colours [C]
One is [Am]blood and [F]one is [G]power
Though [C]I may find my [F]rest in [C]Cropredy [Am]church
In [F]golden fields for[C]ever, will [G]spring the poppy [C]flower

[VERSE]
By Cropredy the [Dm]Cherwell is still [F]bidden to keep [G]flowing
And the [C]willows by its [F]side still gently [G]weep
But [C]still in restless [F]dreams by [G]this most peaceful [C]stream
The [F]poppies wake me [G]from my rightful [C]sleep

[BRIDGE]
And the [G]dreams I have are red and [C]gold
And the [F]little [C]stream becomes a [G]flood
From [C]all my [F]brothers [C]killing one a[Am]nother
Till [F]waking, I [C]realise, it's [G]all my own dear [C]blood

[OUTRO]
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