Runrig - Edge of the world

All the ^Ghomes on the globe are like ^Dtelevision in your eyes^G A cross ^Cguarding your ^Emheart the ^Cliving years a ^Emsacrif^Amice ^D A ^Emshiver at the door in the ^Cnight, clouds ^Gcross a black moon^Dlight ^CRushing on down to the sound of a turning ^Dworld

There's a ^Gsouth by sou'westerly ^Dforce eight coming in stron^Gg Across the ^Ccontinental ^Emshelf from the ^Ccold grey ^EmMalin bey^Amond ^D The ^Emneed to keep cont^Crol The n^Geed to stand al^Done at the edge of the ^Emworld

^DAt the edge of the ^Emworld ^DAt the edge of the (^Gha-a-a-a r^Ca-a-a-^Da) (^Gha-a-a-a ^Cra-a-a-a-^Ama-) ^D

The ^Gadrenalin infrastructure ^Dbringing on it's troubles some mor^Ge All the ^Claws of the ^Emjungle ^Cstranded on your ^Emlatest sh^Amore ^D But the ^Emwaves hold the healer ^Cforce The years d^Gisappear like a ^Dghost ^CSomewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of ^Dday

Now ^Gcivilisation g^Droans and the news reel cries ^G Like a d^Crowning ^Emman his ^Clife in ^Emfront of his ^Ameyes ^D Oh the ^Emneed to keep con^Ctrol The ^Gneed to bare the ^Dsoul at the edge of the w^Emorld ^DOn the edge of the w^Emorld ^DOn the edge of the (^Gha-a-a-a ^Cra-a-a-a-^Da) (^Gha-a-a-a-a ^Cra-a-a-a-^Ama-a) ^D

And the ^Amman from St. ^EmKilda went ^Cover the ^Gcliff on a winter's ^Dday ^DAt the edge of the w^Emorld ^DAt the edge of the w^Emorld