Dave Rawlings Machine - Bells of harlem

^DLook at the ^F#mworld, i^Gt's waking^D up ^DI couldn't s^F#mleep for ^Gdreami^Ang ^DMy weary s^F#moul is fin^Gally ^Dhome ^DI had the ^F#mstrangest ^Gfeeli^Ang

^EmThis is the dawn, ^Athe break of day ^EmAfter the midnight^A pardon ^DThese ringi^F#mng ears ^Bmhave waite^F#md years ^GTo hear ^Em7the bell^A7s of H^Darlem

^DFar down the^F#m streets, I^G see the ^Dsign ^DThe crowd is^F#m breathing ^Gfast^Aer ^DSome must^F#m have walked a ^Ghundred b^Dlocks ^DI see the^F#m flocks in ^Gpastu^Ares

^EmOh, what a time to^A be alive ^EmTears of the past f^Aorgotten ^DIt's been a^F#m long a^Bmnd lonely ^F#mnight ^GI hear t^Em7he bells^A7 of Ha^Drlem

^BmThey ring, they ring ^F#mThey sing, they sing ^BmThe darkest ^F#mhour has p^Aassed

^BmThey ring, they ring ^F#mThey sing, they sing ^BmA little joy^F#m at long l^Aast

^EmThe Brazos rose ^Aain't no more cane ^EmWe ground it down to so^Arghum ^DWe couldn't^F#m stop the^Bm freedom t^F#mrain ^GI hear t^Em7he bells^A7 of Ha^Drlem