Capo V
E (trumpet solo)

G5 F5 ( E5 )
When a room becomes an altar 
             
And what beast that must exist 
                D5 
It flies with music from our lips
               F5
And steals a kiss and blows it 
D5             E5
Out into the mist 

Where castles stand on cliffs 
And cobbled streets they wind and drift 
     D5  
And moods are made and set but shift 
      F5
This place where skies are low 
D5          E5
And birds are big 

We went to sleep in day 

And woke again the same day 
          D5 
We have learned to cheat the time 
               F5
And find the hours 
          D5             E5
That the clocks cannot define 

As I looked up from that stage 
                                D5
I felt the thing that had been made 

And how it raged 
            F5
And how it raged 

         D5
How to explain? 
Something makes me howl 
        G5
And shiver to the core 
        A5
Ah outside if it was raining 
         F5               G5
Then inside there'd be a storm 
              A5
We've got a pair of hands for climbing 
              F5               G5
And a pair of knees to spring 
        A5
And a pair of balls for strength 
               F5               G5
And a pair of lungs to sing 
         A5
And these simple chords 
                 F5        ( F5 )           G5
That say: music is the language of us all 


A5    E5  A5 (x4) E... 


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    To write these songs is to be written 

Ah the chorus always knows 
              D5
What is in store 
                                   F5
And what is more the thing that sings us 
   D5                        E5
Is the thing that makes us roar 

I felt that beast 'kisso my neck 

We clapped our hands 
                F5
And heard them spread 
                        D5
There was a trumpet and a call 
   F5                               E5     
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more 
Music is the language of us all 
Music is the language of us all 
Music is the language of us all 
Music is the language of us all 


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          D5
I find it hard to speak emotional 
           G5
Cos these things are the things that 
          C5
Can't be said 

And when it's struck it strikes 
        F5            G5
The memory from our heads 
 A5       
Once I wrote to play's 
        F5             G5
To be immortal for a night 
     A5
And despite the unknown hours 
            F5
Something happens 
          G5                   C5 
When the light turns out the lights 
                    A5
Then we fade and yawn 
      F5                            G5
To music that's the language of us all 

HAYMAN