The Island

The Island

F.      
A giant came walking on the ocean floor
Gm
Until he could walk no more
F.                      Gm
He stands there to this day
Am.            Dm
Motionless and silent
Am.                   Dm
An age-old giant with feet of clay
Bb.        C.           F
That's the story of the island

C                F
Eaten away by erosion
Ab.                       C
His face is wrinkled and old
C.                       F
I am the island, you the ocean
Ab.             C
Unrelenting and cold

   F

I made my way through the woods one day

     Gm
When something up ahead

F                   Gm
Made my hairs stand up on end

Am                        Dm
So I made a halt with my wagon

Am                     Dm
I swear it's true, so strike me dead

Bb             C        F
That's where I met the dragon

C                    F
Her eyes were fiery red

Ab                     C
Her wings as black as night

 C                     F
She turned to me and said

Ab                     C
Boy, don't you look a fright

Bb
You come unto my lair
Am.                    Dm
In cloth the shade of mud
Bb
Next time wash your hair
C.                     F
And I will taste your blood

Bb
Now don't just stand and stare

Am               Dm
Turn around and flee

Bb
At times I do despair

C                       F

What must you think of me

Am.                    
Humankind I've known before
Dm.                      
All they make in life is haste
Am.               Dm
I take my time, and what's more
C                  F
I have a sense of taste

Bb                  Gm
So wash your linen with perfume
C.                     F
And shine your little shoe
Bb.                    Gm
Next time around, and make it soon
C.                  F
I'll make a meal of you

Am.                
So who, then, is this beast

Dm
From some nether region sent

Am                  Dm
Something dark, to say the least

         C            F
She must surely represent

Bb.               Gm
A fire-breathing nothingness
C.          F

It's all a comedy
Bb.               Gm
She means nothing, even less
C.           F
In my philosophy

Am.                  
Wait, on second thought
Dm
What I said there was untrue
Am.                Dm
The dragon whom the poet wrought
C.        F
Is also you