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Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
FA#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
RE
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
SIm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
LA SOL
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
FA#m MI FA#m
And turns the rifles into silver on the border
FA#m
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
RE
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
SIm
The torches flair up in the night
LA SOL
The hand that sets the farms alight
FA#m MI FA#m
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
LA
In the vllage where I grew up
MIm
Nothing seems the same
RE LA
But still you never see the change from day to day
RE DO# DO# SI LA SOL#m FA#m MI FA#m
And no one notices the customs slip away
FA#m
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
RE
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
SIm
I thought I saw down in the street
LA SOL
The spirit of the century
FA#m MI FA#m
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
LA
In the islands where I grew up
MIm
Nothing seems the same
RE LA
It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
RE DO#
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
DO# SI LA SOL#m FA#m MI FA#m
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\_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon
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