Am
We came,
Am
by the rising of the river,
                   G
on a river with no name,
                      Am
in the summer monsoon rain,
                     E
to wash away Luisa's bones,
                              Am
from the ghost who guards her grave.

Am
She lays by the ride of fire and anvils,
                          G
in a house with cast iron gates,
                           Am
and underneath red candles waits,
                        E
for her killers to come home and,
                      Am
for a fine revenge today.

C
She runs far and wide,
         G
on these hills they are blind
        Am
Copper, steel, iron ore,
      F
fifty years, maybe more
C
Searching in the light,
         G
one half century of lies
        Am                        F
You can see on the horizon she is soon going home.

G                                Am
You take the road, I'll take the river,
G                                  Am
You bring the fire, I'll bring the jewels
G                       Am
And in the evening underneath the roaring sky,
        E
we will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon.

Am
And we will wait,
Am
till the rising of the river,
                        G
when the summer monsoon rain,
                         Am
comes to wash the old remains,
                        E
past the beach into the ocean,
                Am
for to carry us away,
                     E
setting free Luisa's bones from,
                              Am
from the ghost who guards her grave