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 |D  D/F#  |C/E  C   |F       |C | Gm| Bb |Dm |F | G|
 
         G   D     Am                  C
In the last hours   of a sunset rendezvous
Em             D                 G               D
chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you.
      Em              D      Am                          D
Got a job in a southern city   got some lead-free in my tank.
           Em           G                        A5
Now I must whisper goodbye I'm bound for the mainland.

  A5 E5
 
                G5 E5
Island in the city,
G5         D5      A5 E5
cut by a cold sea.
                      G5  E5
People moving on an ocean.
                 G5  A7  Fmaj7
Groundswell of humanity.
 
          A                  E   Bm                  D    
Now the sun breaks through rain    as I climb Glen Shiel
          F#m              E                           A         E
on the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again.
          F#m             E    Bm                        D
And in the eyes of those five,       five sisters of Kintail
            F#m        A               B5
there's a wink of seduction from the mainland.
  A5 E5
 
                G5 E5
Island in the city,
G5         D5      A5 E5
cut by a cold sea.
                      G5  E5
People moving on an ocean.
                 G5  A5  Eb5  C5
Groundswell of humanity.

                        Eb5   C5
Storm-lashed on the high-rise,
                        Eb5  F5      G5 E5
their words are spray to the wind.
                      G5 A5
Blown like silent laughter.
G5          A5      Fmaj7
Falling on ears of tin.

 
D5
Take my heart and take my brawn. Take by stealth or take by storm
      G5
set my brain to cruise.
                            Bb5
I can see the glow of the suburb lights.
     F5
I'm fresh from the out-world
C5                      D5
singing the mainland blues.

     There was a girl where I came from.
     Seems a long time, long time, long time gone by.
     Wears the west wind in her hair.
     She calls from the hill yeah, she calls
     in my mainland blues.

     There's a coast road that winds to heaven's door
     where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar.
     And there's a light on the hillside and there's a flame in her eyes,
     but how cold the lights burn on the mainland.

     Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.
     People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity.
     Storm-lashed on the high-rise their words are spray to the wind.
     Blown like silent laughter. Falling on ears of tin
     in my mainland blues.
 
 

Words and music by  IAN ANDERSON

TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)

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