And what do you reme[C]mber most?[Bb][C]
The [Gm]line of the [F]sea, se[Dm]ceding the [Eb]coast?
[Fm]Fine capi[Eb]llaries, g[Bb]lowing with [Ab]cars?
[F]The comfort you dr[Eb]ew from the l[Bb]ight of the [F]stars?
And how l[C]ong did you c[Bb]limb that n[C]ight,
with the [Gm]ice in your [F]lungs, on the [Dm]rungs of the [Eb]light?
[Fm]Beyond re[Eb]call, you [Bb]severed all [Ab]strings
to [F]everyon[Eb]e, and [Bb]everythi[F]ng.
Oh, s[Cm]ilent, constant [Fm]driver of [Cm]mine:
[Bb]wordlessly [C]calling from the [Eb]end of the [Bb]line,
where, [Eb]even though each [Gm]hour I ever [Ab]loved must queue and [F]dive, still,
[Cm]you will not [Bb]take my [Ab]heart a[Cm]live.
In m[C]artial wind, and in [Bb]clarion [C]rain,
we m[Gm]inced into [F]battle, [Dm]wincing in [Eb]pain;
[Fm]not meant for w[Eb]alking, [Bb]backs bound in [Ab]twine:
not a[F]ngel or [Eb]devil, but [Bb]level, in [F]time.
And I r[C]ose, to take my [Bb]shape at [C]last,
from the [Gm]dreams that had [F]dogged me, [Dm]through every [Eb]past,
[Fm]when, to my [Eb]soul, the [Bb]body would [Ab]say
You may [F]do what you [Eb]like, as [Bb]long as you s[F]tay.
Now the [Cm]towns and forests, [Fm]highways and [Cm]plains,
[Bb]fall back in [C]circles like an [Eb]emptying [Bb]drain.
And I [Eb]won't come round this w[Gm]ay again, where the [Ab]lonely wind ab[F]ides,
and [Cm]you will not [Bb]take my [Ab]heart, [Cm]alive.
The [Gm]line of the [F]sea, se[Dm]ceding the [Eb]coast?
[Fm]Fine capi[Eb]llaries, g[Bb]lowing with [Ab]cars?
[F]The comfort you dr[Eb]ew from the l[Bb]ight of the [F]stars?
And how l[C]ong did you c[Bb]limb that n[C]ight,
with the [Gm]ice in your [F]lungs, on the [Dm]rungs of the [Eb]light?
[Fm]Beyond re[Eb]call, you [Bb]severed all [Ab]strings
to [F]everyon[Eb]e, and [Bb]everythi[F]ng.
Oh, s[Cm]ilent, constant [Fm]driver of [Cm]mine:
[Bb]wordlessly [C]calling from the [Eb]end of the [Bb]line,
where, [Eb]even though each [Gm]hour I ever [Ab]loved must queue and [F]dive, still,
[Cm]you will not [Bb]take my [Ab]heart a[Cm]live.
In m[C]artial wind, and in [Bb]clarion [C]rain,
we m[Gm]inced into [F]battle, [Dm]wincing in [Eb]pain;
[Fm]not meant for w[Eb]alking, [Bb]backs bound in [Ab]twine:
not a[F]ngel or [Eb]devil, but [Bb]level, in [F]time.
And I r[C]ose, to take my [Bb]shape at [C]last,
from the [Gm]dreams that had [F]dogged me, [Dm]through every [Eb]past,
[Fm]when, to my [Eb]soul, the [Bb]body would [Ab]say
You may [F]do what you [Eb]like, as [Bb]long as you s[F]tay.
Now the [Cm]towns and forests, [Fm]highways and [Cm]plains,
[Bb]fall back in [C]circles like an [Eb]emptying [Bb]drain.
And I [Eb]won't come round this w[Gm]ay again, where the [Ab]lonely wind ab[F]ides,
and [Cm]you will not [Bb]take my [Ab]heart, [Cm]alive.
