The Warbler

INTRO:  F#m   B    A

               F#m        B
What about the thunder we hear.
             F#m            B
Any time the lightening reappears?
               F#m             B
Never fear the darkness or the shock,
                    A   
Three hundred sixty strokes before heaven,
  E/G#            F#m   B  F#m  B
Already eleven o'clock.

              F#m             B
Listen to the warbler's rhapsody.
                F#m              B
He never chirps any funereal melody.
                    F#m              B
He doesn't mind the night sky or the hawk.
                  A
Sorry lovers take wing under heaven,
      E/G#            F#m   B  F#m  B
Bells ringing eleven o'clock.   Eleven O'Clock

C#m         A
You must believe it true,
         E/G#        A
When I swear we're alive.
C#m           A
Beware the deceiver,
        E/G#         F#m
He's a killer and a liar.
   E/G#         F#m
A killer and a liar.
       A                          B
Your spirit and your eyes are on fire.

             F#m              B
Celebrate the wonder of lunar light.
               F#m                 B
Listen how the coyote sings at the sight.
               F#m                 B
Never mind the drum dirge you hear droning.
          A
Fade away into oblivion,
E/G#            F#m   B  F#m  B
Let decay anyone moaning,   Anyone moaning


C#m         A
You must believe it true,
         E/G#        A
When I swear we're alive.
C#m           A
Beware the deceiver,
        E/G#         F#m
He's a killer and a liar.
   E/G#         F#m
A killer and a liar.
       A                          B
Your spirit and your eyes are on fire.

              F#m             B
Listen to the warbler's rhapsody.
               F#m             B
He never sings any funereal melody.
          F#m          B
Disregard anybody moaning.
               F#m             B
Never mind that drum dirge droning.
                F#m          B
What about that thunder we hear,
            F#m            B
Anytime the lightening reappears?
                F#m            B
Never dread the mystery or the shock,
                       A
Three hundred sixty strokes to touch heaven.
     E/G#            F#m   B  F#m  B
It's only eleven o'clock.      Eleven O'Clock
 F#m        B