D G Through a stained-glass morning they?re diggin? in the green grass again D G Who?s that mournin? I have seen her face somewhere, but when D G Well fold up the flag that was covering him D G Give it to the woman that was lovin? him D G And whisper that he died defending her liberty Em A7 D But they?ll lay him six feet down in some far-off piece of ground D7 G With one stone markin? him where three should be Chorus: D G Cause they?ll never give her back the song he would sing D G And they?ll never give her back the child he would bring D G And they?ll never give her back the brother they took from me D G A D G D Through a stained-glass morning a thousand years have greened the grass again In the rain I hang mournin? A face I couldn?t recognise, then Well fold up the flag that was coverin? me Give it to the woman that was lovin? me Then whisper that I died defending her liberty But they laid me six feet down in some far-off piece of ground With one stone markin? me where three should be Chorus +: Through a stained-glass mornin? by: Jos? Duarte