Intro:
  | Am/C | x 4

  | C#m E | A  E | C#m E/B | A    |

           C#m        E            A          E
There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
                               A
When I woke up with you in the morn
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
    C#m      B             A
The night my true love was born

          C#m      E              A    E
There's a minstrel singing of the holy dove
                          A
On the mountain of old St Jerome
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
         C#m        B               A
When the stars bear down from their throne
        C#m          B        A
And the old southern cross is shown
       C#m             B        A
And it points down the sad road home
       C#m         B      E   A
To the land of the bloody unknown

Mini-break:
  | Am   | Am   |

  | C#m E | A   E  | C#m E | A    | A    |

  C#m             E           A          E
I heard that your mother took off in the fall
         E                           A
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
I heard you whispering to yourself last night
          C#m         B        A
She'll be coming home some day soon
         C#m                       E            A
Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
    E                       A
And just like the sin in my soul
It is never ever ever ever coming out
          C#m        B               A
While the stars bear down from their throne
        C#m          B        A
And the old southern cross is shown
       C#m             B        A
And it points down the sad road home

       C#m         E              A         E
To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
                                A
And the bride washing up on the shore
I could never really dance that well
        B
I can't raise the flags or ring them bells
          A        B            C#m  E          A
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
       C#m         B      E   A
To the land of the bloody unknown

Break:
  | Am    | Am     |

  | C#m E | A   E | x 3

  | C#m E | A    | A    | A    |

          C#m       E             A        E
There's a black dog watching over me in my sleep
                                A
And I stir just to toss him the bone

There's a red moon rising on the hills tonight
          C#m        B               A
Where the stars bear down from their throne
        C#m          B        A
And the old southern cross is shown
       C#m             B        A
And it points down the sad road home