Intro Tab

G A carved oak table Cm tells a tale
Am Of times when kings and queens sipped Bm wine from Em goblets
G gold, and the brave would lead their Dm7 ladies
from Cm7 out of F the Bb room
To C arbours D cool

G A time of valour, Cm and legends born
Am A time when honour meant much Bm more to a Em man than
G life, and the days knew only Dm7 strife
to tell Cm7 right F from Bb wrong
C Through lance and D sword

Bm Why…, why can we Bm7+ never be sure till we
A die, or have killed for an E answer, E4 E
Bm Why…, why do we Bm7+ suffer each race to
be-A lieve that no race has been E grander E4 E

It A seems be-A6 cause through Amaj7 ti-A6 me
B7 and C# space… though C#dim names may change each face
re- B tains the C# mask it

Instr Eb Gm7 Cm7 Gm7 Cm7 C#maj7 Bbm7
             wore

Instr F Am7 Dm7 Am7 Dm7 Ebmaj7 Ebdim

G A dusty table Cm musty smells
Am Tarnished silver lies dis-Bm carded u-Em pon the
G floor… Only feeble light des-Dm7 cends
through a Cm7 film F of Bb grey
that C scars the D panes

G Gone the carving, and Cm those who left their mark,
Am Gone the kings and queens now Bm only the Em rats hold
G sway… and the weak must die a-Dm7 ccording
to Cm7 na-F tures Bb law
as C old as D they.

Bm Why…, why can we Bm7+ never be sure till we
A die, or have killed for an E answer, E4 E
Bm Why…, why do we Bm7+ suffer each race to
be-A lieve that no race has been E grander E4 E

It A seems be-A6 cause through Amaj7 ti-A6 me
B7 and C# space… though C#dim names may change each face
re- B tains the C# mask it

Instr Eb Gm7 Cm7 Gm7 Cm7 C#maj7 Bbm7
             wore

Outro F Am7 Dm7 Am7 Dm7 Ebmaj7 Ebdim G