Anthony John Clarke - The high road

We all look ^G/Bbusy, there's a ^Amcertain type of sound^C around ^F Everyone is ^Csearching for the ^FDollar and the Pound ^G And ^Csome have been to ^G/Bhell and back and ^Amsome have gone to ^Cground And if ^Fsomeone will just help me from this ^Gchair

The ^Cpoor will count their ^G/Bmoney, or ^Amhide it all inside ^C And ^Fas I put the ^Ckettle on, I'll ^Fcall my brother, Jack ^{G C}We will hit the ^G/Bhigh road and ^AmI will help him ^Cpack ^F He will live for^Cever on the ^Gyears he can't get ^Cback

The flowers they look so p^G/Bretty in their ^Amvase upon the table ^C A ^Fgentle illus^Ctration in his ^Fbook of Celtic fables ^G And ^CI will feed him ^G/Bwater ( ? ) as ^Amlong as I am ^Cable If ^Fsomeone will just help me from this ^Gchair

And the young ^Cplay so much ^G/Blouder as the ^Amrest of us grow old^Cer ^FSome will walk with ^CBlackthorn stick and ^Fsome may need a ^Gshoulder ^CWe will hit the ^G/Bhigh road and ^Amhelp each other ^Cout And ^Fwe will live for^Cever on the ^Gyears we can't get ^Cback

Or the ^Gdream that came last Saturday, sure it ^Fwas no dream at ^Call ^FI will hear the ^Cwest wind blow and ^Fwatch the branches ^Gfall I will ^Cpaint his quiet ^G/Bmountain with a ^Amwide and gentle ^Ctrack So that ^Fwe may live to^Cgether on the ^Gyears we can't get ^Cback

The farmer ploughs a ^G/Bfurrow, he may ^Amsow a seed in ^Cspring The ^Fgirl who strokes a ^Cmandolin, may well ^Fhave a song to ^Gsing But the ^Cband that sings for^G/Bever, wears a ^Amgolden wedding ^Cring And if ^Fsomeone will just help me from this ^Gchair

I will ^Cwatch the flowers ^G/Bgrowing, I will ^Amsee the tree in bloom^C I will ^Fread from books of ^Cpoetry, con^Fsumed around the ^Groom ^CWe will hit the ^G/Bhigh road to ^Amhelp each other ^Cout And ^Fwe will live for^Cever on the ^Gyears we can't get ^Cback ^FWe will live for^Cever on the ^Gyears we can't get ^Cback