Am
We came,
Am
by the rising of the river,
                   G
on a river with no name,
                      Am     
in the summer monsoon rain,
                     E  
to wash away luisa's bones,
                              Am
from the ghost who guards her grave.

Am
She lays by the ride of firing anvils,
                          G
in a house with cast iron gates,
                           Am
and underneath red candles weights,
                        E    
for her killers to come home and,
                      Am
for a fine revenge to pay.

C
She goes for a ride,
         G
on these hills they are blind,
       Am
copper steel iron ore,
      F
fifty years maybe more,
C
searching in the mine,
         G
one half century of lies,
        Am                        F
you can see on the horizon she is soon going home,

G                               Am
you take the road I'll take the river,
G                                 Am
you bring the fire I'll bring the jewels,
G                       Am
and in the evening underneath the roaring sky,
        E
we will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon,

Am
and we will wait,
Am
till the rising of the river,
                        G
when the summer monsoon rain,
                         Am
comes to wash the old remains,
                        E
past the beach into the ocean,
                Am
for to carry us away,
                     E
setting free Luisa's bones from,
                              Am
from the ghost who guards her grave