B
IEf it be your wilF#ml, thaDt I speak no moreC#m
AEnd my voice be stilF#ml, as Ait was before E
C#mI will speak no more,B I shall C#mabide until B
IA am spoken for,E if it be yoBur will
IEf it be your wilF#ml, thaDt a voice be trueC#m
FErom this broken hilF#ml, I wAill sing to you E
C#mFrom this broken hill,B all your praiseC#ms they shall ring B
IAf it be your willE, to let mBe sing
E / F#m / D / C#m /
C#mFrom this broken hill,B all your praiseC#ms they shall ring B
IAf it be your willE, to let mBe sing
IEf it be your wilF#ml, if Dthere is a choiceC#m
LEet the rivers filF#ml, letA the hills rejoice E
C#mLet your mercy spill,B on all these burniC#mng hearts in hell B
IAf it be your willE, to make Bus well
AEnd draw us neaF#mr, andD bind us tightC#m
AEll your children herF#me, in Atheir rags of light E
C#mIn our rags of light,B alC#ml dressed to kill B
AAnd end this nightE, if it be yoBur will, if it be your will E