Shiloh(Chords)

	        
Verse 
  F              C 
A mist halos the meadow 
      F                    C                   G 
And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees 
     F              C 
As I lean against a hickory 
  F                 C            G 
I close my eyes and I can almost see 
    Am               G 
The ghostly forms of blue and gray 
C                                 F 
And I can almost hear the cannons blast 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

    F                    C 
The first few waves came cheerin' 
F                C                     G 
Fear and hatered runnin' through their blood 
         F               C 
When the day was finally over 
      F                C                 G 
Those left were wadin' through a crimson flood 
   Am               G 
To think I could be right here 
       C                                          F 
In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

F                C 
Brother fightin; brother 
F               C 
Father fightin' son 
       F                C 
By the time the sun was settin' 
       Am                 C 
Looked like the South had won 
       F                 C 
Now my mouth's as dry as cotton 
       F                Am 
And my heart is beatin' fast 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

C       F                 C 
Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' 
         F              C            G 
And they woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow 
        F               C 
Bullets flew like angry hornets 
         F                   C                 G 
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow 
Am                     G 
It must have been like hell on earth 
C                                      F 
What happened here is more than we can grasp 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

F                C 
Brother fightin' brother 
F               C 
Father fightin' son 
       F                  C 
By the time the smoke had lifted 
     Am                 C 
They knew the North had won 
F                  C 
Lord my soul feels empty 
      F                  Am 
As my tears fall on this grass 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

F               C 
Brother killin' brother 
F              C 
Father slayin' son 
         F                 C 
From the looks of this old graveyard 
     Am            C 
Hell nobody really won 
F                  C 
Somethins' changed inside me 
   F               Am 
It sure can happen fast 
Dm              G               C 
Standin' in the presence of the past 

  F              C 
A mist halos the meadow 
      F                    C                   G 
And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees