Jack Bruce - The consul at sunset

When he ^C7walks from the consul at ^C7sunset, ^C7barely remembers his ^F7name ^G7Walk is a little ^G7unsteady, ^C7sadly ^C7 But he ^C7knows most of all that he's ^C7living be^Ebneath the vol^F7cano ^{F7 G7}Won't be so many more^C7 days ^BbIsn't much ^Ftime and it's ^Abgathering ^Gdarkness, ^C7my friend ^C7

He's been ^C7going too far in his ^C7drinking, ^C7running a little too ^F7fat ^G7Eyelids becoming so ^G7heavy, ^C7sadly ^C7 But he ^C7tries not to sleep while he's ^C7living be^Ebneath the vol^F7cano ^{F7 G7}Won't be so many more^C7 days ^BbIsn't much ^Ftime and it's ^Abgathering ^Gdarkness, ^C7my friend ^{C7 C7 C7}

Though the ^C7fireflies laugh in the ^C7dusklight, it's the ^C7Festival of ^F7Death ^G7Crowd is all laughter, it's ^G7hollow, ^C7sadly ^C7 They may ^C7kill death tonight, but they ^C7still live be^Ebneath the vol^F7cano ^{F7 G7}Won't be so many more^C7 days ^G7Won't be so many more^C7 days ^G7Won't be so many more^C7 days ^BbIsn't much ^Ftime and it's ^Abgathering ^Gdarkness, ^C7my friend ^C7