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Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed intro e------| b------| g--4~--| d--4~--| a--2~--| e------| B (Em) B (Em) So now the years are rolling by, and it's not long since you and I
could have G#mbeen train drivers and EastGbronaButs B (Em) B (Em) And now we're stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts
G#m E Gb B (Em) is that we can't remember how we got caught B (Em) B (Em) Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens – G#m E Gb B (Em) count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten B (Em) B (Em) And though it doesn't often show, we are scared because we know
our forefatG#mhers were farmers and EfisGbhermeG#mn G#m Eb E Gb And sG#mo the world has changed, worse or better's hard to tell,
but my Ebhope remains E within the Gbarms of Isabel
B (Em) B (Em) So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it's old
of sowing G#mseeds and EsetGbting sBail. B (Em) B (Em) But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
at these salG#mvation schemes that are Ebound Gbto fG#mail back to chorus
C#mAnd I'll admit that I am scaredBm of what GbI don't understand. C# But darling, if you're there, Bmgentle voiGbce and soothing hands
C# Bm Gb
Eb to quiet my despair, E to shore up all my plans, darling, if you're there... G#m Eb E Gb AnG#md so the world has changed, and I must change as well
The Ebmachines we've made E will damGbn us into hell G#m And the Ebtime will comeE when aGbll must save themselvesG#m.
I will Ebsave my soulE in the aGbrms of Isabel outro B (Em) G#m E Gb