Big city Sundays    (video)

 

    G - D - Em - G      - C - G - D - G     - C - G

 

      G     D          G                       C     G    D   

1. Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation,

     G    D         G                         C     G      D

    we have to go breaking the hearts of a nation.

     B7        Em              B7

    Oh, but I'm fine, this city's ok,

              Em               B7

    this is my time I'm finding my way

                  C              G                        D            - D7

    in this brave new world, but there's one thing.

 

   C                                G

Here on a Sunday, it's always the same,

           D                                  G                G7

the streets are deserted, just me and the rain.

       C                                  G

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,

       Am                       D                           G

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.

 

+  G - D - Em - G      - C - G - D

 

      G     D         G                        C     G            D   

2. Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom,

     G       D         G                         C      G     D

    birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in.

     B7       Em               B7                                Em

    Oh, but all changed, utterly changed in this land,

              B7                                C      G              D        - D7

    that's losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean.

 

+  CHORUS

 

      C                          G

+  Home, where my heart is,

      C              D                                           D7

    home, the sea and the sky and that I’m feeling inside,

               D                                      D7                               C

    just to be with my friends, how I long for that feeling again !

 

+  C - G - D - G    - C - G - D - D7

 

 

 

 

 

   C                                 G

Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down,

           D                                      G

the streets are deserted, there's no one around.

       C                                  G

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,

       Am                       D                           G       - C  - G - G7

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.

       C                                  G

On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,

       Am                       D                           G

I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.

 

+  G - D - Em - G      - C - G - D

 

                           G

+  Dreaming of home.

 

    (Chris de Burgh)