A               E       A       E
I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
 
A          E      A           E
 Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...




 E                F#m   
 All the dogs are lying down
 
 A
 All the dogs are lying...

 E                F#m
 All the dogs are lying down

 A 
 All the dogs are lying...


 

 E                  B7
 As I crept wayward cracking bones

 F#m                   A
 The steeple rose, the way unknown.
 
 E                    B7
 The steeple jarred I set me down

     F#m             
 And listened to the furnished ground.

 
 

 E  B7  F#m  A x2

 

 E                             B7
 "She saith soft things," said one who lay -

 F#m                 A
 I turned to see the one turn grey!

 E                      B7
 An ash-burnt brim with naught he wept
 
 F#m                  
 But to the ground my ear had bent.




 E  B7  F#m  A x2



  E                      B7
 "Say softer things than e'er," saith I
 
     F#m
 The while my horse had run a mile
 
 E                B7
 And lying in the black I wept -
 
 F#m
 For ne'er a lad so wayward crept.



 E  B7  F#m  A x2 



 E                B7
 Listening hard I felt too young -
 
 F#m                    
 The waywards talk with older tongues...




 E  B7  F#m  A
 E  Bm  A  E x4



 E
 SCD WS ON!
 SCD WS UP!

 Bm
 LEFT C WN!
 LIP OUT!
 
 A
 Burned by day!
 Marooned by night!

 E
 Lost in a battle and found in a fight
 
 E
 Creep off ash-stained
 
 Bm
 Jump off, six lanes
 
 A
 One left and one gone!
 
 E
 None left and I'm gone!
 
     Bm        A         E
 I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone!



E  Bm  A  E x2


      A               E       A       E
I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
 
A          E      A           E
 Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...


 E                F#m   
 All the dogs are lying down
 
 A
 All the dogs are lying...

 E                F#m
 All the dogs are lying down

 A                            E
 All the dogs are lying...