Sting - The last ship

^Em7It's all there in the go^Bm7spels, the Mag^Am7dalene g^Bm7irl Comes to p^Am7ay her res^Bm7pects, but her m^Cind is aw^Dhirl When she ^Em7finds the tomb e^Bm7mpty, the st^Am7one had been ro^Bm7lled, Not a s^Am7ign of a c^Bm7orpse in the d^Cark and the co^Dld. When she reach^Ces the door, sees an unholy sight, There's this solita^Dry figure in a ^B7halo of light He just c^Emarries on floating past C^Calvary Hill, In an almigh^Dty hurry, aye but she mi^B7ght catch him still.

"Tell me wh^Am7ere are ye going Lord, and ^Dwhy in such haste?" "Now don't hin^B7der me woman, I've no ti^Emme to waste!” For they're^Am7 launching a boat on the mo^Drrow at noon, And I h^B7ave to be there before d^Emaybreak. Oh I can^Cna be missing, the la^Ads'll expect me, Why els^De would the good Lord himself ^B7resurrect me? For no^Emthing will stop me, I ha^Cve to prevail, Throu^Dgh the teeth of this tempest, in the mou^B7th of a gale. May the an^Cgels protect me, i^Am7f all else should fai^Dl, When the la^Cst s^Bm7hip sa^Emils. ^D

Oh the ro^Car of the cha^Amins and the cr^Dacking of timbers, The n^Amoise at the ^Bm7end of the wor^Cld in your e^Dars, As a moun^Ctain of steel mak^Am7es its way to the ^Dsea, And the l^Cast ^Bm7ship s^Emails.

^Fm7It's a strange kind of b^Cm7eauty, ^Bbm7It's cold and austere^Cm7, And what^Bbm7ever it ^Cm7was that ye've d^Dbone to be h^Ebere, It's the s^Fmum of yr ^Cm7hopes yr de^Bbm7spairs and yr f^Cm7ears, When the ^Dblast s^Cm7hip s^Fm7ails. ^Eb

^DbWell the first to arrive saw these s^Bbigns in the east, ^BLike that strange moving fi^Bmnger at Balthazar's ^C#m7Feast, Where they a^F#sked the ^C#m7advice of some wande^Bm7ring pri^C#m7est, And the s^Bm7ad ghosts of^C#m7 men whom they'd tho^Dught long dec^Eeased,

And whate^F#m7ver got ^C#m7said, they'd be c^Bm7ounted at le^C#m7ast, When the l^Dast ^C#m7ship s^F#mails. ^E

Oh the ro^Dar of the chains and the c^Bm7racking of tim^C#m7bers, ^Bm7The noise at the^C#m7 end of the wo^Drld in your ears^E, As a moun^Dtain of steel makes its ^Bm7way to the ^C#m7sea, And the la^Dst ^C#m7ship s^F#mails. ^E

And whate^Dver you'd promised, w^Bmhatever you've ^C#m7done, And wh^Bm7atever the st^C#m7ation in li^Dfe you've be^Ecome In the n^Dame of the Father, in^Bm the name of the ^ESon, And what^Dever the wea^Eve of this ^Bm7life that you've^C#m7 spun, ^Bm7On the Earth or in Heaven or u^Ander the S^Eun, When the l^Dast ^C#m7ship s^F#mails.