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Red and Gold (Ralph McTell))

            D                G     A7

Chor    Red and Gold are royal colours

            D       Bm          G         A

            Peasant colours are green and brown

            D            G           D                        Bm

            Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing

            G       D             A              D

            Red and gold when the harvest is cut down.

            D                   G                                  A                

Verse   Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course

                    D              G             A

            And the willows weep into its waters clear

               D               G             D               Bm

            My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born

                G                  A               D

            And raised in faith my King and God to fear.

Verse    In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell

            Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby

            It did not occur to me that little Cropredy

            Could be witness to the meeting of both sides

Verse    On June the 29th that year I was about my work

            Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream

            My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow

            Upon the brown earth and the corn still green

Verse     Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow

            And quickly soak into the greedy ground

            In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow

            And faint I knew that I must lay me down


Ver5:    At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head

            So I raised myself above the hedge to see

            And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream

            The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy

Ver6:    Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer

            The blood they spilled was coloured just the same

            Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother

            And all of this was done in Jesus' name


Ver7:    All that day and all the next the battle it was raging

            Though when darkness came I slipped away

            But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying

            In my bed until the dawning of the day

                    A                         D

Br:      And the dreams I had were red and gold

                    G      D               A

            And the little stream became a flood

            D           G        D             Bm         

            From all my brothers killing one another

            G             D               A               D

            Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood

Ver:    Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell

            With no markers to declare their place of rest

            But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown

            And to my mind they do declare it best

Ver     And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold

            And the poppies in the field again remind me

            Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land

            And the hungry earth so eager to confine me

Ch      For read and gold they are the colours

            One is blood and one is power

            Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church

            In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower

Ver   By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing

            And the willows by its side still gently weep

            But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream

            The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep

Break:      And the dreams I have are red and gold

            And the little stream becomes a flood

            From all my brothers killing one another

            Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood


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