On The Border

(F#m)The fishing boats go out across the evening water
(D)Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The (Bm)winds whip up the waves so loud
The (A)ghost moon sails a(G)mong the clouds
And (F#m)turns the rifles (E)into silver (F#m)on the border

(F#m)On my wall the colours of the maps are running
(D)From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The (Bm)torches flair up in the night
The (A)hand that sets the (G)farms alight
Has (F#m)spread the word to (E)those who're waiting (F#m)on the border

(A)In the village where I grew up
(EM)Nothing seems the same
But still you (D)never see the change from day to (A)day
And no one (D)notices the customs slip (C#)away (C#)(B)(A)(G#m)(F#m)(E)(F#m)

(F#m)Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
(D)I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I (BM)thought I saw down in the street
The (A)spirit of the (G)century
(F#m)Telling us that (E)we're all standing (F#m)on the border

(A)In the islands where I grew up
(EM)Nothing seems the same
It's just the (D)patterns that remain an empty (A)shell 
But there's a (D)strangeness in the air you feel too (C#)well (C#)(B)(A)(G#m)(F#m)(E)(F#m)

(F#m)The fishing boats go out across the evening water
(D)Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The (Bm)winds whip up the waves so loud
The (A)ghost moon sails a(G)mong the clouds
And (F#m)turns the rifles (E)into silver (F#m)on the border