Book of Song

Immigrant Song

by Led Zeppelin

Ah, ah.

We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods...
will drive our ships to new lands,
to fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am com... ...ing!


On we sweep
with threshing oar,
our only goal will be the western shore


Ah, ah.

We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
can whisper tales of gore,
of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your over... ...lords.


On we sweep
with threshing oar,
our only goal will be the western shore


So now you’d better stop
and rebuild your ruins,
for peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.

(Main Riff, add C9)