King Bundawaal Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]He [G]sit[C]s and he dreams[G],[C]
where his [D]campfire gleams,
An [G]old man of tribal [C]renown.
So sad and alone
in his [D]true native home
A [G]king without subjects or [C]crown
His [F]fears are at rest,
but the [C]scars on his breast
Tell stories so brave without [G]doubt
Now he's [C]fighting his oar,
and he [D]waits for the call
To [G]go on that last walk [C]about
The skill of the chase,
once the [D]pride of his race
Now [G]fading from memory [C]fast
Like the wild kangaroo and [D]stately emu,
Too [G]soon will be things of the [C]past.
There's a [F]tale yet untold,
both [C]tragic and old,
A tale far too long to de[G]scribe.
How [C]a merciless band,
with [D]weapons in hand,
once [G]slaughtered the pick of his [C]tribe.[G][C]
So he gathered more braves
from [D]coastlands and caves
And [G]trailed them through
mountains of [C]snow
And fell, are told,
like a [D]wolf on the fold,
And [G]humbled the pride of his [C]foe.
But the [F]brave he once led
are [C]scattered and dead,
They've melted away like the dew.
[G]And his wad[C]dy and shield
were [D]left on the field
The [G]day his last battle was [C]through
His Louvre's asleep,
where the [D]supple jacks creep
All the [G]limbs of the Banksy a [C]tree
And her funeral dirge
was the [D]sad endless surge
Of the [G]waves of the cold restless [C]sea
Then dis[F]turb not his dreams
of [C]bushlands and streams,
And deeds in the chase and the [G]prey,
Ere an [C]alien race, without [D]pity or grace,
Had [G]trampled the pride of Can[C]ae. [F]you[C]