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


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