Chris de Burgh - The days of our age

The d^Fays of our age are thr^Ceescore years and ten, And th^Dmough men be so strong that they c^Come, To f^Bboursc^Core y^Fears, yet ^Amis their strength th^Dmen, But l^Aabour and sorrow, so s^Bboon p^Casseth ^Amit aw^Bbay, And ^Bbwe a^Cre g^Done,^F

^FAnd as for me, my f^Ceet are almost gone, My tr^Dmeadings are w^Bbell nigh sl^Cipped, But l^Bbet not the waterflood drown m^Fe, N^Ameither l^Dmet the d^Eeep swallow me ^Amup, (sw^Callow me ^Fup) ^G

So g^Coing through the Vale of Misery^G, I shall use it for a well^Dm, Till the pools are filled with w^Gater, For th^Ebou hast made the N^Bborth and the South, T^Cmabor and Hermon shall rej^Doice in thy n^Game.