Capo 3                                          But it's you who will likely give none
                                                When all shall give some
Am                                              And some will give all
Oh it's you who've known                        Just a blind youth
C                                               With everything to lose
That the mercy shown                            But that strange hunger for knife and noose
F                                               
Was granted alone                               And it's you who when given the chance
E                  E/G#                         Will break the tablets at last
To hide a heart of stone                        And away with what's ours
And it's you who take the easy way out          While you hold a dream
Leave us to pray and shout                      Though the dream may be old
At some god long run out                        And since bought and sold
Of our hearts and tongues                       With traitor's gold
To kneel and to bow                             
Before some old crown with no actual power      Toll in the great death
Oh, your throne                                 Toll in the great death
Long since overthrown                           Toll in the great death
That crumbling old shrine                       Toll in the great death
To a dream long defiled                         Toll in the great death
                                                Toll in the great death
And it's you who still mean to be               Toll in the great death                           
This enlightenment being
Of a wisdom unseen                              Melody:
And we'll hold a dream                          A, A B A G E. E
Though the dream may be old                     F C. C, F E E G#
And since bought and sold
With traitor's gold

And it's you with flowers and bread
And a spike for your head
In ways so wondrous
Welcomed in the plunderous
With debts and bayonets
With flags still wet
With the tears and the sweat