Al Stewart - On The Border

^F#mThe fishing boats go out across the evening water ^DSmuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border ^BmThe winds whip up the waves so loud The ^Aghost moon sails a^Gmong the clouds And ^F#mturns the rifles ^Einto silver ^F#mon the border

^F#mOn my wall the colours of the maps are running ^DFrom Africa the winds they talk of changes coming ^BmThe torches flair up in the night The ^Ahand that sets the ^Gfarms alight Has ^F#mspread the word to ^Ethose who're waiting ^F#mon the border

^AIn the vllage where I grew up ^EmNothing seems the same But still you ^Dnever see the change from day to ^Aday

^F#mAnd no one notices the customs slip away ^F#mLate last night the rain was knocking on my window ^DI moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow ^BmI thought I saw down in the street The ^Aspirit of the ^Gcentury ^F#mTelling us that ^Ewe're all standing ^F#mon the border

^AIn the islands where I grew up ^EmNothing seems the same It's just the ^Dpatterns that remain an empty ^Ashell But there's a ^Dstrangeness in the air you feel too ^C#well