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