Wooden Toy Sword

	  		Verse 
     Am         Dm             Am        G 
Oh a father and son, they were bonded as one 
        C             G          Dm 
But the heart of the family soon tore 
         C           G       Dm         G 
For out sounded the call, to one and to all 
          C            G           Am 
That the king and the land went to war 

Chorus 
        Am         Dm              Am     G 
Oh, the laddie he cried, but his father denied 
    C              G        Dm 
To bring the young soldier along 
           C        G          Dm        G 
"For your might I award this wooden toy sword 
       C             G          Am 
And I charge you to carry this song" 


           Am       Dm      Am         G 
Won't you come and wait for me at the gate 
           C          G              Dm 
With your wooden toy sword in your hand? 
       C           G            Dm           G 
It is then I will come with the beat of the drum 
      C            G            Am 
From defending my king and my land 

        Am          Dm        Am         G 
So the father, he taught his son as he ought 
    C               G              Dm 
To defend both his hearth and his home 
     C             G           Dm       G 
But soon came the day that his Da went away 
  C               G        Am 
Across the wild horses of foam 

Chorus 
        Am         Dm              Am     G 
Oh, the laddie he cried, but his father denied 
    C              G        Dm 
To bring the young soldier along 
           C        G          Dm        G 
"For your might I award this wooden toy sword 
       C             G          Am 
And I charge you to carry this song" 


       Am          Dm         Am             G 
He practiced 'til night with skill and with might 
    C            G           Dm 
To learn how to fight for a king 
          C          G               Dm          G 
And he'd shun other boys with their useless new toys 
           C        G             Am 
And he'd whistle a song and he'd sing 

        Am           Dm             Am            G 
Oh the years slowly turned, broad shoulders grew burned 
      C              G           Dm 
Fine hair lengthened to a proud mane 
        C          G            Dm            G 
In the middle of spring with a fell practice swing 
         C         G         Am 
The toy sword had broken in twain 

     Am              Dm           Am               G 
The break caused him harm, as the wood pierced his arm 
         C                  G            Dm 
And the blood flowed quite free to the ground 
         C          G             Dm            G 
As his vision grew dim the wind mourned out a hymn 
      C            G               Am 
That echoed these words round and round 

Chorus 
        Am         Dm              Am     G 
Oh, the laddie he cried, but his father denied 
    C              G        Dm 
To bring the young soldier along 
           C        G          Dm        G 
"For your might I award this wooden toy sword 
       C             G          Am 
And I charge you to carry this song" 

           Am            Dm             Am          G 
Though the day had grown late the young man went to wait 
       C             G       Dm 
And unsteadily gazed at the sky 
        C            G           Dm             G 
As the red sun sank low, it soon caused him to know 
          C           G              Am 
That his last day of childhood would die 

           Am    Dm             Am            G 
The stars swam across the night sky with his loss 
          C         G            Dm 
And his father appeared in that sea 
         C           G           Dm          G 
And the drum of his heart nearly broke him apart 
       C           G             Am 
As he fell to the ground on one knee 

         Am      Dm          Am           G 
For he'd come to wait for his Da at the gate 
         C          G           Dm 
With a broken toy sword in his hand 
        C               G             Dm              G 
From beyond death he'll come with the beat of love's drum 
      C        G           Am 
To honour his son and his land