[Intro] Am C F
Am C F
Am
The dancer slows her frantic pace , In pain and desperation
C F
Her aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration
Am
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire with just the briefest pause
C F G
The flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause
C Am
And she limps across the floor , and closes her bedroom door
( Am C F )
( Am C F )
Am
The writer stare with glassy eyes , defies the empty page
C F
His beard is white, his face is lined, and streaked with tears of rage
Am
Thirty years ago, how the words would flow , with passion and precision
C F G
But now his mind is dark and dulled, by sickness and indecision
C Am
And he stares out the kitchen door, where the sun will rise no more
( Am A G D )
A G D
Some are born to move the world, to live their fantasies
A G D
But most of us just dream about , the things we'd like to be
Ebm/Gb Db/F B/Eb Db/F
Sadder still to watch it die, than never to have known it
F G
For you, the blind who once could see
F G F G
The bell tolls for thee
F G Am
The bell tolls for
[Solo] Am D Am F G
F G
For you, the blind who once could see
F G F G
The bell tolls for thee
