G D Em
Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love...
G D Em
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love...
G D
Oooh La La Hmm La La Hmm........Hmm La La Hmm La La HmmLa Hmm...
G D Em
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lies
G D Em
She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach skyÂ
G D
Oooh La La Hmm La La Hmm........Hmm La La Hmm La La HmmLa Hmm...
G D
Aaa-ta...Atahuallpa Athuallpa......Yeah
G D Em
The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love...
G D Em
Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love...
Athuallpa...Hare Krishna...(
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they`re content to wear stars on their brows.
Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love...
G D Em
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love...
G D
Oooh La La Hmm La La Hmm........Hmm La La Hmm La La HmmLa Hmm...
G D Em
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lies
G D Em
She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach skyÂ
G D
Oooh La La Hmm La La Hmm........Hmm La La Hmm La La HmmLa Hmm...
G D
Aaa-ta...Atahuallpa Athuallpa......Yeah
G D Em
The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love...
G D Em
Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love...
Athuallpa...Hare Krishna...(
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My people were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they`re content to wear stars on their brows.