| SOUTHAMPTON DOCK |
| Pink Floyd |
| (Waters) |
| F | |
| They disembarked in 45, |
| Bb | |
| And no-one spoke and no-one smiled |
| C | F | |
| There were too many spaces in the li | ne. |
| Gathered at the cenotaph |
| Bb | |
| All agreed with the hand on heart, |
| C | F | |
| To sheath the sacrificial knive | s. |
| F | |
| But now she | stands upon Southampton dock |
| Bb | |
| With her | handkerchief |
| C | |
| And her summer frock | clings |
| F | |
| To her wet body in the rai | n. |
| In quiet desperation knuckles |
| Bb | |
| White upon the slippery reins |
| C | F | |
| She | bravely waves the boys goodbye aga | in. |
| Bb | Bbm | F | |
| Mm__ | ____. |
| Bb | |
| And still the dark stain spreads between |
| F | |
| His | shoulder blades. |
| Bb | F | F7 | Gm7 | |
| A mute reminder of the | poppy fields and graves. |
| F7 | Bb | C | Dm7 | C7/E | |
| And | when the fight was | over |
| F | Am7 | Dm | |
| We | spent what | they had | made. |
| Gm7 | |
| But | in the bottom of our hearts |
| F | |
| We felt the final | cut. |
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| Updated: April 7/98 |