F#mThe fishing boats go out across the evening water
DSmuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
BmThe winds whip up the waves so loud
The Aghost moon sails aGmong the clouds
And F#mturns the rifles Einto silver F#mon the border
F#mOn my wall the colours of the maps are running
DFrom Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
BmThe torches flair up in the night
The Ahand that sets the Gfarms alight
Has F#mspread the word to Ethose who're waiting F#mon the border
AIn the vllage where I grew up
EmNothing seems the same
But still you Dnever see the change from day to Aday
F#mLate last night the rain was knocking on my window
DI moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
BmI thought I saw down in the street
The Aspirit of the Gcentury
F#mTelling us that Ewe're all standing F#mon the border
AIn the islands where I grew up
EmNothing seems the same
It's just the Dpatterns that remain an empty Ashell
But there's a Dstrangeness in the air you feel too C#well
