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White Daisies
by
Peter Houghton
         
                 E               A       E
             Be Glad they're here... Today
             E                   G                        A..E
             The children in the pastures play where they pray.
             E              G            A        E
             I pick a White Daisy, Won't Mommy be Proud?
             E      G              A..E
             A nice White Daisy... Today
         
         
             Chorus:
         
             D          A        E
             The war is here, my friend.
             D  A      E
             To get us All.
             D   A           E
             The daisies are red.
         
             E           A             E
             Mommy where are you right now?
             E            G        A..E
             You said I'd never be alone.
             E          G          A..E
             The man is looking at me.
             E        G           A..E
             Then you screamed my name.
         
             Chorus
         
             Bridge:
         
         Em
         My daisy is red.            We came in Peace,
         My daisies are red.            They told us off.
         
         Am
         Her daisy is red.            Why must I die?
         Her daisies are red.                 My end is here.
         
         Em
         My daisies are red.            The end must be here,
         How could they be red?        I kill children in the fields.
         
         Am
         Her daisies are red.                Lord take me now.
         I made them red.            I die in your hands.
         
         Em
         They came in Peace,            Lord save us all
         They started the War.        From this useless... (War - Chorus)
         
             E            A         E    
             She screamed my name.  Why?
             E              G            A..E
             I never got to see her face again.
             E                  G              A..E
             I dropped my White Daisies to the Ground?
             E                     G        A..E
             But why did they turn all turn red?
         
             Chorus

         Peter Houghton

© 1997-1998 Peter Houghton

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