Fernando                                   ABBA

 

G                                                                                                                                                                                      Em

Can you hear the drums, Fernando? / I remember long ago another starry night like this.

                                           Bm                                                                                                                                                 D

In the firelight, Fernando, / You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar.

                                                                                                                                                                              G

I could hear the distant drums / And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar. (to 2nd verse)

 

They were closer now, Fernando.

Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally.

I was so afraid Fernando, we were young and full of life / And none of us prepared to die.

And I'm not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons / Almost made me cry.

                G                                                            D7                                                                                                 G

There was something in the air that night, / The stars were bright, Fernando.

(G)                                                         D7                                                                 G

They were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando.

                           Fdim                                                                E                                A7

Though we never thought that we could lose,   there's no regret.

                                       D7                                                                         G

If I had to do the same again, I would my friend, Fernando

                                       D7                                                                           C

If I had to do the same again, I would my friend, Fernando.

 

Now we're old and grey, Fernando, / and since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand.

Can you hear the drums, Fernando,

Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?

I can see it in your eyes, how proud you were to fight / For freedom in this land.               

Chorus