Standard (EADGBE)
He could measure the worth of an acre of land
And say when the wind would blow
Reach down to the earth as it ran through his hand
Hed tell you just what he could grow
His family had stood on these ridges and hills
Seven generations or more
Born to the fields, the streams & the sky
Now hes a man of war
Strong winds, bring him back, haul away
When his father fell the land was carved
One piece for every son
There was barely enough for a family to feed
Hardly enough for one
So he went to the harbour, stood on the quay
Saw the waves crash to the shire
Turning the cries of a man of the land
Into a man of war
Strong winds, bring him back, haul away