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Bm
Up the snowy spires, where the Aair is thin as glass Once a Eyear the cold mists clear and you can Gsee inside the F#earth
BmHigh in that crystal palace I Abuilt a sailing ship Mast and Ewheel of polished brass, Gsails of golden F#silk
I Bmpiped the engine steam, I Aset velocitations I consulEted dusty maps, set Gcareful F#calibrations
DEver inward ever in, Apeering through my scope I Csailed deep into the hollows, Bdeep inside the earth
Bm
I traveled a boiling river Athrough streams of mercury UnEderneath volcanoes and the Groots of ancient F#trees
BmUnderneath stalactites I lit Aphosphorus lamps Sparks Esnapped into the air and Gcoiled up the F#mast
A E G D A E G D Bm
I watched enormous birds Adiving through the slate As I Estood upon the prow in my Goilskin cap and F#cape
At Bmlast my anchor caught and Aechoed through the stone As I Eclimbed an old rope ladder Gmiles through the F#gloam
BmThen up above I saw it, Aa glowworm’s little light And EI reached out and caught it in the Gcenter of the F#night
DTightly in my fist I Aheld that glowing worm CDeep down in the hollows I held the Bcenter of the world