Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed
B (Em) B (Em)So now the years are rolling by, and its not long since you and I
G#m E Gb Bcould have been train drivers and astronauts
B (Em) B (Em)And now were stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts
G#m E Gb B (Em)is that we cant remember how we got caught
B (Em) B (Em)Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
G#m E Gb B (Em)count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten
B (Em) B (Em)And though it doesnt often show, we are scared because we know
G#m E Gb G#mour forefathers were farmers and fishermen
G#m Eb E Gb
G#m And so the world has changed, worse or betters hard to tell,
Eb E Gbbut my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
B (Em) B (Em)So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as its old
G#m E Gb Bof sowing seeds and setting sail.
B (Em) B (Em)But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
G#m E Gb G#mat these salvation schemes that are bound to fail
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C#m Bm Gb And Ill admit that I am scared of what I dont understand.
C# Bm Gb But darling, if youre there, gentle voice and soothing hands
C# Bm Gb
Eb E to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if youre there...
G#m Eb E Gb
G#m And so the world has changed, and I must change as well
Eb E Gb G#mThe machines weve made will damn us into hell
Eb E Gb G#mAnd the time will come when all must save themselves.
Eb E GbI will save my soul in the arms of Isabel
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