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    D                      Bm
The dissonant bells of the sea
        C           C/B            Am
Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
        C           C/B    Em
As they sing of the ages asleep
                  D    Bm    A
Not so near or so far

And the old masters wind of the waves
Sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it saves
And about whom they are

        G           G/F#         A
And the workings of sunshine and rain
        G           G/F#         A
And the visions they paint that remain
   D                            Bm
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
                A
In a spanish guitar


The beggar whom sits in the street
On his miserable throne of defeat
Envisions no wealth there to meet
Thinking nowhere is far

And the laughter of children employed
By the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid
Knowing not what they are


And the right and the wrong and insane
And the answers they cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar


-harmonica solo over verse chords-


To play on a spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar
From the music around

Just to laugh through the columns of trees
To soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please
Or to never be found