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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
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Title:				ON THE BORDER			(Al Stewart)

		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

		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
		    F#m                E                    F#m
		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
		           D                        C#   C# B A G#m F#m E F#m
		And no one notices the customs slip away

		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
		F#m             E                  F#m
		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                                   C#
		But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

		C# B A G#m F#m E F#m

		REPEAT 1st VERSE


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