* Song: * Album: * Version: * Interpretation: * Tuning: * Notes: In America First Bloom 1 / 1 Dietmar Kohze (Dietmar.Kohze@t-online.de)

In America

Chords: E, A, A9, B7

  In America, singers singing our world could be as one.
  In America, brothers killing some poor mother's son.
  But I thank God for New York City,
  This rainbow of faces that walks alongside me, right beside me.

  In America, Chief Seattle keeps talking to me.
  In America, Chief Seattle leaves the man and we'll see.
  But I thank God for New York City,
  This rainbow of faces that walks alongside me, right beside me.

  In America, being Irish now, that's something to be.
  In America, being Irish now, means nothing to me.
  But I thank God for New York City,
  This rainbow of faces that walks alongside me, right beside me, in America.

  In America, being Irish now, that's something to be.
  In America, being Irish now, means nothing to me.
  I hear the cries that wounded me,
  And the trails of tears onto me.
  There's too much blood on European hands,
  From Big Sur to Manhattan Island.

  I'd leave my Irishness at home,
  To be among you just as one,
  To walk across this sacred place,
  To find the dignity and grace
  Of lovers, where the eagle flies.
  Of Buffalo, under blue skies.
  I'd leave all sense of grace behind
  To be among you colourblind.
  To learn what history has done,
  To find the love in everyone.

  I thank God for New York City,
  This rainbow of faces that walks alongside me, right beside me
  In America, oh yeah!
  In America, in America, oh yeah!