Yellow House (South Africa) - Love in the time of socialism

^BbMaybe I'd be better off in Berli^Gmn Or as an artists muse in London ^Eb Drifting from hand to hand ^Bb Maybe I was born to be a sailor,^Gm Drop my anchors in Antigua ^Eb As a traveling fisherman^Bb

But I am home wherever y^Ebou are near ^Bb There's no life in anyth^Ebing when you're not here ^{Bb Cm}Who could take m^Fy love away? ^Bb

Maybe I was destined for philoso^Gmphy Leading leftist ideologi^Ebes At the Paris-Sorbonne ^Bb Dreaming up the splendid demise ^Gm Of the societies we desp^Ebise At Cafe de Flore^Bb

But these things lose all their meaning ^Eband allure ^Bb If you're not there to witnes^Ebs the grandeur ^{Bb Cm}What could shake^F my love away? ^Bb

Maybe we'll be missionaries in the Congo ^Gm Revolutionaries in Cuba ^Eb Perhaps we'll build a home ^Bb In the shadows of the forest ^Gm Along the east coast, or the west co^Ebast I forget where we decide^Bbd

As long as I'm with you ^Ebwhen we do it ^Bb I could trade the views ^Ebin for any palle^Bbt ^CmNothing can take^F my love^Bb away ^CmNothing can take^F my love^Bb away