| F | |
| From these shores where we belong |
| C | F | |
| I have s | een the land b | eyond |
| Where the lord is strange and strong |
| C | F | |
| I have s | een the land b | eyond |
| Bb | F | |
| There's no | telling who'll be d | ead |
| C | F | |
| When the p | ale horse is turning | red |
| Bb | F | |
| And their t | ongues will burn in v | ain |
| C | F | |
| And everyt | hing will feel the s | ame |
| There's no patience there's no peace |
| I have seen the land beyond |
| Where the gravestones never cease |
| I have seen the land beyond |
| Through the troubles of the years |
| A heavenly apparition appears |
| And we're haunted by our own minds |
| And the spirit calls in the skies |
| From these shores where we belong |
| I have seen the land beyond |
| I'll be there and I'll be gone |
| I have seen the land beyond |