| F# B F# B F# B F# |
| The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine | C# B | |
| I should be working down in the vines | F# C# Ddim | |
| But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine | D#m G#m D#m | |
| Wachting the sun in her hair | D#m G#m D#m |
| I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea | C# B | |
| The fields of France are a home to me | F# C# Ddim | |
| But today lying here is such a good place to be | D#m G#m D#m | |
| I can't go anywhere | D#m C# F# C# |
| So we slip in and out of embrace | F# D# | |
| Like some old and familiar place | G#m D#m | |
| Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before | B C# F# C# | |
| On the last day of June 1934 | F# B B/A# G#m F# |
| Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane | C# B | |
| A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain | F# C# Ddim | |
| Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again | D#m G#m D#m | |
| Heads up the drive to the door | D#m G#m D#m |
| The lights of the party shine over the fields | C# B | |
| Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels | F# C# Ddim | |
| And argue realities digging their heels | D#m G#m D#m | |
| In a world that's finished with war | D#m C# F# C# |
| And a lost wind of summer blows into the street | F# D# | |
| Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets | G#m D#m | |
| And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor | B C# F# C# | |
| On the last day of June 1934 | F# B B/A# G#m |
| On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out | F# A | |
| In the rolling Bavarian Hills | B F# | |
| And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters | F# A | |
| Growing strong like the joining of wills | B F# | |
| And echoed away like a roar in the distance | F# A | |
| in the moonlight carved out of steel | B F# | |
| Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long | D#m C# D#m | |
| You don't know me, I long, how I long | D#m C# D#m | |
| You can't hold me, I'm strong now, I'm strong | D#m C# D#m | |
| Stronger than your law" | C# F# |
| I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine | C# B | |
| Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time | F# C# Ddim | |
| And I know I'm a dreamer; I know I'm out of line | D#m G#m D#m | |
| With the people I see everywhere | D#m G#m D#m |
| The couples pass by me, they're looking so good | C# B | |
| Their arms round each other, they head for the woords | F# C# Ddim | |
| They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should | D#m G#m D#m | |
| Just a shadow that hangs in the air | D#m C# F# C# |
| But I thought I saw him cross over the hill | F# D# | |
| With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel | G#m D#m | |
| And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before | B C# F# C# | |
| On the last day of June 1934 | F# B B/A# G#m F# |