Tom: C
C
At Ludgate Hill
F
on the cracked and blackened cobbles of the town
C
the ashes fall to rest
F
As the tiny King of Birds he flutters down
G
to build a citadel
Am G F
to light glory in the dark
G
and from hell
Am G F
to breath hope in every heart
G Am G F
Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x2]
C
At Ludgate Hill
F
through the siren screams the heavens burn again
C
the city holds its breath
F
as the tiny little king in slumber bed
G
arises from the dust
Am G F
to light glory in the dark
G
and through the frost
Am G F
to breathe hope in every heart
G Am G F
Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x4]
Am F C G
And there are murmors in the choir, there are whispers in the dawn
Am F C G
that the king of birds is broken on the alter of his home [x2]
C
At Ludgate Hill
F
where the towers of smoke and mirrors bruise the sky
C
the pilgrims huddle in
F
as the tiny King of Birds begins to cry
G
the people start to sing
Am G F
to light glory in the dark
G
to ring the bell
Am G F
and to breathe hope in every heart
G Am G F
Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x8]
