Richard Shindell - The courier

I am a couri^Emer ^C Crawling in the ^Emdirt ^C Toward the front line ^D As the crow flies ^Em A note stashed in my ^Cshirt From the Prince of ^EmWales ^C Far above the ^Emfield ^C With his marshals ^D And their chain-mail ^Em Their banners taut and ^Chigh ^G

I did not ask him what the ^Dnote said ^Em He did not offer to ex^Cplain It's not my job to ask the ^Dquestions ^C I'm just the couri^Emer ^C I'm just the couri^Emer ^C

A flare shot leaves a ^Emscar ^C Burning in the ^Emdark ^C On my forearms ^D Through the barbed wire ^Em Another fifty yards ^C Crouching in the ^Emtrench ^C Clutching bayo^Emnets ^C A hundred men ^D All knee-to-chest ^Em A hundred mario^Cnettes ^G

I am the string pulled by the ^Dsure hand ^Em Animating what was ^Cstill I am invisible and ^Dfaithful ^C I am a couri^Emer ^C Just a couri^Emer ^C

The Captain breaks the ^Emseal ^C Quickly reads the ^Emnote ^C On your feet boys^D Make you peace boys ^Em Pass those letters d^Cown To this couri^Emer ^C Guardian of the ^Emword ^C Hand him all you've ^Dseen Hand him all you've ^Emheard Hand him all the ^Cpearls ^G

And I'll go back to where I ^Dcame from ^Em I will deliver each by ^Chand I take this as a point of ^Dhonour ^C To be a cour^Emier ^C To be a cour^Emier ^C To be a cour^Emier