Probably best if you listen to the song for timings as its quite difficult at times.
Ab Eb Db
Sending the first scouts over
Ab Eb Db
Back from the place beyond the dawn:
Ab Eb Db
Horse, bear your broken soldier
Ab Eb Db
Eyes frozen wide at what went on
Ab Eb Db
And Time, in our camp, is moving
Ab Eb Db
As you’d anticipate it to
Ab Eb Db
But what is this sample proving?
Ab Eb Bb Db
Anecdotes cannot say what Time may do
Db Fm Eb Ab Eb Db C G Am G
C Bb Ab G
I kid with Rufus Night-jar
Fm Ab
When our men are all asleep:
C Bb Ab G
It ain’t about how rare you are
Fm Ab
But how hard you are to see
Eb Ab Db
Take, you and me—
F C
“When are you from?” said he
Am G
In our blind of winter leaves
F#m G
As we sighted out their fliers
F#m G
In the greyscale of the night
F#m G
And fumbled on the bare ground
F#m G
To bury round landmines
A F# Bm C D Bb
While the deeeeeew lay down and dried
D Bb D Bb C
C Bb Ab G
We signal Private Poorwill
Fm Ab
When morning starts to loom:
C Bb Ab G
“Pull up from your dive!” till,
Fm Ab Eb Ab Db
We hear the telltale boom too soon, hotdogging loon,
F C Am G
caught there Like a shard of mirror in the moon!
F#m G
Now they’ve stopped giving orders
F#m G
But I follow anyway
F#m G
Laying in our state of torpor
F#m G
Waiting out the day
A F# Bm C D Bb
While the deeeeeew burns away
D Bb D Bb Ab G
Fm Eb Bb Db
Rushing, tearing, speeding home:
Fm Eb Bb Db
Bound to a wheel that is not my own
Fm Eb Bb Db
Where round every bend I long to see
Fm Eb Bb Db
Temporal infidelity
Fm Eb Bb Db
All along the road, the lights stream by
Fm Eb Bb Db
I want to go where the dew won’t dry
Fm Eb Bb Db
I want to go where the light won’t bend—
Fm Eb Bb Db
Far as the eye may reach—nor end
Fm Eb Bb Db
But, inasmuch as that light is loaned
Fm Eb Bb Db
And, insofar as we’ve borrowed bones
Fm Eb Bb Db
Must every debt now be repaid
Fm Eb Bb Db
In star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids
Fm Eb Bb Db
While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars
Fm Eb Bb Db
And we sing in the meantime wherever you are?
Fm Eb Bb Db
In the folds and the branches somewhere out there
Fm Eb Bb Db
I was only just born into open air
Fm Eb Bb Db
Now hush, little babe, you don’t want to be
Fm Eb Bb Db
Down in the trenches remembering with me
Ab Eb Db
Where you will not mark my leaving
Ab Eb Db
And you will not hear my parting song
Ab Eb Db
Nor is there cause for grieving
Ab Eb Bb
Nor is there cause for carrying on
Ab Eb Db
And daughter, when you are able
Ab Eb Db
Come down and join! The kettle’s on
Ab Eb Db
And your family’s round the table
Ab Eb Bb Db
Will you come down, before the sun is gone?
Db Fm Eb Ab Eb Db C G Am G
F#m G (x4)
A F# Bm C
D Bb D Bb D Bb
End on C
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