Fig #01:
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|--12~---------7^-(8)--7~-\--|| ||----------0~------||
|------8~--10~----------------|| ||----------5~-----||
|--10~------------------------|| ||----1-3~--3~-----||
|------------------------- ---|| ||--3--------------||
Fig #02:
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  Cm
Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall
Nor the barrels of death's rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground
The last dim star of pain is hurled
But the blind indifference
Of a merciless unfeeling world.
(fig #01 plays throughout verse)
Cm
Lying in the burnt out shell of some Albanian farm
Fig #02 G Bb Cm
An old Babooshka holds a crying baby in her arms
Fig #02
A soldier form the other side, a man of heart and pride
Breaks rank, lays down his rifle, to kneel by her side
Play fig #01;
Cm G Bb Cm
He gives her water, binds her wounds and calms the cryingchild
Fig #02 G Bb Cm
Her touch gives absolution then, across the great divide
Fig #02 G Bb Cm
He picks his way back through the broken china of her life
G Bb Cm
And there at the curb the samaritan Serb turns and waves
goodbye
fig #01;
Chorus:
Cm
And each small candle - lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle - lights a corner of the dark
G F5 D5 Eb5 D5 Eb5 D5
Each small candle lights a corner of the dark, and
Cm
When the wheels of pain stop turning,
And the branding irons stop burning, when the
Children can be children,
When the desperados weaken,
And the tide rolls in to greet them,
And the natural law of science,
Brings the humble and the mighty,
And the brilliant candles burning,
* G F Eb D Eb * Cm
Light the dark side of every human mind...
(* = play these chords as simple octaves)
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||--x--x----x--x--x-x-x--5~--||
||--10-10~--10-8--6-5-6--3~--||
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fig #01;
Cm7; Intro figure #02;
End vocal:
Cm
And each small candle - lights a corner...
...Of the dark.