Out of the Blue David Gilmour Out of the blue,[Bb] On the wings o[F]f a dove, A messenge[Bb]r comes, with [F]the beating of [Bb]drums,[F][C] [Bb]it's not a messa[Bb]ge of love Our c[F]hildren are born, and [Bb]we keep them warm[F], [Bb]they must have the r[F]ight to live in the light, t[C]o be safe from the storm.[Bb] [Bb]And out of the blu[F]e, [Bb]with wings on his h[F]eels, [Bb]a messenger co[F]mes, [C]bearing regrets for the time that he ste[Bb]als. [Bb]But steal it he wi[F]ll, my[Bb] chil (azchords.com)