Sting - The last ship

^E(no3)It's all there in the g^B7add9ospels, t^Amhe Magdalene g^B7add9irl Co^Ammes to pay her^B7add9 respects, ^Ambut her mind i^B7add9s awhirl. ^E(no3)When she finds the tomb^B7add9 empty, t^Amhe stone had b^B7add9een rolled, N^Amot a sign of a^B7add9 corpse in ^Amthe dark and t^B7add9he cold. When she reache^Ams the door, sees an u^Dnholy sight, There's ^Dthis solitary figure in a^B halo of light. He just^Em carries on floating past ^CCalvary Hill, In an almight^Dy hurry, aye but she might ^Bcatch him still.

"Tel^Aml me where are ye going Lord, a^Dnd why in such haste?" "Now don'^Bt hinder me woman, I've no^Em time to waste! For they're lau^Cnching a boat on the morrow ^Aat noon, And I have to^D be there before dayb^Emreak. Oh I canna^C be missing, the lads'l^Eml expect me, Why else w^Dould the good Lord himself ^Bresurrect me? For nothin^Cg will stop me, I have ^Emto prevail, Through the teeth ^Dof this tempest, in the mouth^B of a gale, C Am D (B) May the angels protect me if all else should fail, When the l^Cast s^Dhip s^Emails."

Oh the r^Amoar of the ^Dchains and the c^Cracking of t^Dimbers, The noise a^Amt the end of th^Ce world in your^D ears, As a m^Amountain of ^Dsteel makes its ^Cway to the s^Dea, And the l^Cast s^Dhip s^Emails.

It's a st^Frange kind of ^Cmbeauty, It's c^Bbmold and au^Cmstere, And w^Bbmhatever it ^Cmwas that ye'v^Dbe done to be^Eb here, It's ^Fthe sum of^Eb yr hopes y^Bbmr despairs and^Cm yr fears, When the l^Fast ship sails.

Well the first t^Dbo arrive saw these signs in^Bb the east, Like that stra^Bnge moving finger at Baltha^Bmzar's Feast, Where they ^F#asked th^Dbme advice of ^Bmsome wandering pri^Eest, And the sa^Bmd ghosts of^F#m men whom they'd ^Dsus2thought long decea^Esed, And what^F#ever got^Dbm said, they'^Bmd be counted at le^East, When the la^Bmst sh^Eip sa^F#mils.

Oh the roar of t^Dhe chains and the c^Bracking of t^Eimbers, The noise at^D the end of t^F#mhe world in your ^Eears, As a m^Dountain of s^Bmteel makes i^Dbmts way to the ^Esea, And the ^Dlast s^Ehip s^F#mails. And what^Bmever you'd prom^Eised, wh^Datever you've ^Edone, And wh^Bmatever the stat^Eion in l^Dife you've bec^Eome. In the^Bm name of the Fa^Ether, in^D the name of t^Ehe Son, And wha^Bmtever the weave^E of this^D life that you^E've spun, On the Earth o^Bmr in Heaven^D or under the ^ESun, When the l^Dast sh^Eip sai^F#mls.