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Mend Our Ways - lyrics and chords


[F#m]   Lost at [A]sea in [E]fourteen ninty [F#m]Two
They ran [D]into Turtle [A]Island but [E]called it something [F#m]   n[D]ew[E]  

[F#m]People had [A]been living there for, [E]ten thousand [F#m]years
[D]Living by the [A]laws, of the [E]land that was[F#m]   [D]theirs[E]  

They called their God, by a different name
Had different laws and different ways then the sailors who’d just came

The strangers renamed the places after their own kin
Claimed that they’d discovered them and claimed them for their king

So I’m [A]Sorr[F#m]y about the [E]colour of my [A]skin
I’m [D]sorr[A]y for the [Bm]sins of my [F#m]white skinned [E]kin
I just [D]hope that [A]we all can be for[B]given
And for[D]ever [A]mend our [E]ways of [D]living

[G#dim/D]   [A]maybe it’s not to [E]Late
lets [F#m]call a brother [D]   a broth[A]er
and [E]learn to love our [F#m]        [D]        [E]neighbours

The white people pope, told them take what you can get
I still see people taking who haven’t learned their lessons yet

They stole the land, all that they could steal
they broke their word on every single, treaty deal

They took away their rights and treated them like fools
Took away their children and locked them up in, white schools

they drove them from their sacred grounds to build their white man towns
Cut the sacred forests down, razed them to the ground


So I’m [A]Sorr[F#m]y about the [E]colour of my [A]skin
I’m [D]sorr[A]y for the [Bm]sins of my [F#m]white skinned [E]kin
I just [D]hope that [A]we all can be for[B]given
And for[D]ever [A]mend our [E]ways of [D]living

Maybe it’s not to late
to call the Earth our Mother
and learn to take care of her

The white man dammed the Salmon and fenced the Buffalo
They grazed out the grasslands till the grasses wouldn’t grow

They put acid in the rain and greenhouse gases in the air
They bumped poisons in the water and dumped garbage everywhere

Here I stand, trying to find my place
standing on stolen land, with my white man face

So I’m [A]Sorr[F#m]y about the [E]colour of my [A]skin
I’m [D]sorr[A]y for the [Bm]sins of my [F#m]white skinned [E]kin
I just [D]hope that [A]we all can be for[B]given
And for[D]ever [A]mend our [E]ways of [D]living