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

		The fishing boats go out across the evening water
		Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
		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

		On my wall the colours of the maps are running
		From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
		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

		In the vllage where I grew up
		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

		Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
		I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
		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

		In the islands where I grew up
		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


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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
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