AmBbGmBb
I believed they had got what they came for;
FBbDm
I believed our peril was done
AmBbGmBb
On the eve of the last of the Great Wars
FBbDm
After three we had narrowly won
FBbF
(But the fourth It was carelessly done.)
FAmDmGmCD#
I saw his ship in its whistling ascension
G#FG7
As they launched from the Capitol seat–
BbE
Swear I saw our mistake
ADmBb
When the clouds draped like a flag
D#F
Across the backs of the fleet
BbD#F
Of the Hundred-First Lightborne Elite
AmBb
As the day is long
DmF
So the well runs dry
D#Bb
And we came to see Time is taller
FC
Than Space is wide
AmBb
And we bade goodbye
DmF
To the Great Divide:
D#BbFC
Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize!
AmBbGmBb
But there was a time we were lashed to the prow
FBbDm
Of a ship you may board, but not steer
AmBbGmBb
Before you and I ceased to mean now
FBbDm
And began to mean only right Here
FBbF
To mean Inches and Miles, but not Years
FAmDmGmCD#
Before Space has a taste of its limits
G#FG7
And a new sort of coordinate awoke
BbEADm
Leaving Time just another poor tenant:
BbD#F
Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes
BbD#F
In the war between us and our ghosts
AmBbDmF
But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate
D#BbFC
In silent suspension of their golden age!
AmBbDmF
And you can barely tell, if I guard it well
D#BbFC
Where I have been, and seen Pristine, unfelled.
AmBbGmBb
I had a dream that I walked in the garden
FBbDm
Of Chabot, and those telescope ruins
AmBbGmBb
It was there that I called to my true love
FBbDm
Who was pale as millennial moons
FBbF
Honey, where did you come by that wound?
FAmDmGm
When I woke, he was gone
CD#
And the War had begun
G#FG7
In eternal return and repeat
BbEADm
Calling, Where in the hell are the rest of your fellow
BbD#F
One Hundred-One Lightborne Elite?
BbD#F
Stormed in the New Highland Light Infantry
AmBb
Make it stop, my love!
DmF
We were wrong to try
D#Bb
Never saw what we could unravel
FC
In traveling light
AmBb
Nor how the trip debrides–
DmF
Like a stack of slides!
D#BbFC
All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide
AmBbGmBb
That's why we are bound to a round desert island
FBbDm
'neath the sky where our sailors have gone
AmBbGmBb
Have they drowned, in those windy highlands?
FBbF
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Dm, F, D#, Bb, F, C (x2)
Am, Bb, Gm, BbFBbDm
Highlands away, my John
Am, Bb, Gm, Bb, D#, Bb, FD#BbF
Highlands away, my John