#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Tabbed by Jack Dingler weaseldog2001@yahoo.com A Matter of Heart Stan Rogers E (022100@1) A (x02220@1) EWe (022100@1)live in fear of no one to love us C#m7 (x4242x@1) AOf (x02220@1)feeling like an empty hole B7No (x21202@1)kind heart or strengthening hand A (x02220@1) ETo (022100@1)light the dark and seeking soul E (022100@1) A (x02220@1) EBehind (022100@1)the walls of lonely protection C#m7 (x4242x@1) AAfraid (x02220@1)to give for what we may lose B7And (x21202@1)to hide our sin or let someone in A (x02220@1) EEveryone (022100@1)will have to choose CHORUS ONE: E (022100@1) E7 (020130@1) APut (x02220@1)your life on the line EGive (022100@1)your hand and pledge your time B7To (x21202@1)the love whose lips enflame you A (x02220@1) ELike (022100@1)some ancient and golden wine E (022100@1) E7 (020130@1) AAnd (x02220@1)to all, it's a start EIn (022100@1)fulfilling greatest needs in part B7 (x21202@1) AFor (x02220@1)in whatever we dream of what we someday want to be EIt's (022100@1)a matter of heart We like to think we know what you are doing We always like to be in control The rational mind rules the passionate heart Is what the ancient sages told But that can sound a little bit hollow When you are sitting by the fire alone And the rarest of wine, tastes of ashes and brine When you've no one there to keep it warm CHORUS TWO: Put your life on the line Give your hand and pledge your time To the love whose lips enflame you Like some ancient and golden wine And to all, it's a start In fulfilling greatest needs in part For in whatever we dream of what we someday want to be It's a matter of heart The ways in which our pride will stall us When we know we should be losing control Puts us in fear of falling And we let it go Our careful words are self deceiving Though we'd like to call them pretense and art And every old bind, is held in the mind When it's really just a matter of heart ENDING: REPEAT CHORUS TWICE