LyriXML: The Last Days of June 1934 (Al Stewart )

F# B F# B F# B F#

The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nineC# B
I should be working down in the vinesF# C# Ddim
But I'm lying here with a good friend of mineD#m G#m D#m
Wachting the sun in her hairD#m G#m D#m

I pick the grapes from the hills to the seaC# B
The fields of France are a home to meF# C# Ddim
But today lying here is such a good place to beD#m G#m D#m
I can't go anywhereD#m C# F# C#

So we slip in and out of embraceF# D#
Like some old and familiar placeG#m D#m
Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like beforeB C# F# C#
On the last day of June 1934F# B B/A# G#m F#

Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country laneC# B
A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rainF# C# Ddim
Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight againD#m G#m D#m
Heads up the drive to the doorD#m G#m D#m

The lights of the party shine over the fieldsC# B
Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheelsF# C# Ddim
And argue realities digging their heelsD#m G#m D#m
In a world that's finished with warD#m C# F# C#

And a lost wind of summer blows into the streetF# D#
Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheetsG#m D#m
And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floorB C# F# C#
On the last day of June 1934F# B B/A# G#m

On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang outF# A
In the rolling Bavarian HillsB F#
And swept through the cities and danced in the guttersF# A
Growing strong like the joining of willsB F#
And echoed away like a roar in the distanceF# A
in the moonlight carved out of steelB F#
Singing "All the lonely, so long and so longD#m C# D#m
You don't know me, I long, how I longD#m C# D#m
You can't hold me, I'm strong now, I'm strongD#m C# D#m
Stronger than your law"C# F#

I sit here now by the banks of the RhineC# B
Dipping my feet in the cold stream of timeF# C# Ddim
And I know I'm a dreamer; I know I'm out of lineD#m G#m D#m
With the people I see everywhereD#m G#m D#m

The couples pass by me, they're looking so goodC# B
Their arms round each other, they head for the woordsF# C# Ddim
They don't care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they shouldD#m G#m D#m
Just a shadow that hangs in the airD#m C# F# C#

But I thought I saw him cross over the hillF# D#
With a whole ghostly army of men at his heelG#m D#m
And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like beforeB C# F# C#
On the last day of June 1934F# B B/A# G#m F#