| Song Name: | On Parole (Les Miserables) | By: | Claude-Michel Schonberg |
| Posted By: | TrillianAera | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | Any | Genre: | General |
| Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
| Created: | 2016-07-02 20:55:07 | Modified: | 2016-07-20 16:38:08 |
| Song: | <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7
Freedom is mine, the earth is still <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 I feel the wind, I breathe again -9 -9 -9 -9 <-7 <-7 8 <-7 7 And the sky clears, the world is waking 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5 Drink from the pool, how clean the taste -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 -6 -6 Never forget the years, the waste -6 -6 -6 -6 -7 -7 -7 -7 Nor forgive them for what they�ve done <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 They are the guilty, everyone -7 -7 -7 <-7 <-7 <-7 8 8 The day begins and now let�s see -7 -7 -7 <-7 -7 <-7 8 8 What this new world will do for me 7 <8 7 8 7 <8 7 8 7 <8 8 You�ll have to go, I�ll pay you off for the day 7 <8 8 <-7 <7 7 -6 6 <5 5 <-5 <-7 -7 Collect your bits and pieces there and be on your way -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 <7 -8 You have given me half what the other men get <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <7 <-8 -9 This handful of tin wouldn�t buy my sweat <7 -9 <7 <8 <7 -9 <7 <8 <7 -9 <8 You broke the law, it�s there for people to see <7 -9 <8 -8 -7 7 <-6 <6 -5 <5 -4 <-3 Why should you get the same as honest men like me 6 6 6 <-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 7 Now every door is closed to me 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -8 -7 7 <-6 6 7 Another jail, another key, another chain -7 -7 -7 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 For when I come to any town 8 8 8 -9 -9 -9 -9 10 -9 8 -8 -7 8 They check my papers and they find the mark of Cain 8 -7 7 6 -6 -6 6 In their eyes, I see their fear 10 -10 10 -9 8 -8 �We do not want you here� -7 <-9 -7 -9 -7 <-9 -7 -9 -7 <-9 -9 My rooms are full, and I�ve no supper to spare -7 <-9 -9 8 -8 -7 7 <-6 <-5 -5 -4 -5 -7 <7 I�d like to help a stranger, all we want is to be fair 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 <-7 <8 I can pay in advance, I will sleep in a barn <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <8 10 You see how dark it is, I�m not some kind of dog <-7 10 <-7 <-9 <-7 10 <-7 -9 <-7 10 -9 You leave my house, or feel the weight of my rod <-7 10 <-9 <8 -8 <-7 <7 7 6 <-5 <5 <-4 We�re law-abiding people here, thanks be to God 6 6 6 <-6 <-6 <-6 <-6 7 And now I know how freedom feels 7 7 7 -7 -7 -7 -7 -8 -7 7 <-6 6 7 The jailer always at your heels, it is the law -7 -7 -7 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 This piece of paper in my hand 8 8 8 -9 -9 -9 -9 10 -9 8 -8 -7 8 That makes me cursed throughout the land, it is the law 8 -7 7 6 -6 -6 6 Like a cur, I walk the street 6 -6 6 -5 5 -4 The dirt beneath their feet |
