| THE GUNNER'S DREAM |
| Pink Floyd |
| (Waters) |
| G | G+ | Em | C | G | D | Em | G | G+ | |
| Floating down | through the clouds |
| Em/G | C | |
| Memories come rushing | up to meet me now. |
| G | |
| In the | space between the heavens |
| D | C | |
| And in the | corner of some foreign field, |
| G | Em | C | |
| I had a | dream, |
| G | |
| I had a | dream. |
| G | G+ | |
| Goodbye Max, | goodbye Ma. |
| Em/G | C | |
| After the service when you're | walking slowly to the car |
| G | D | |
| And the | silver in her hair shines in the | cold November air, |
| Em | Cmaj7 | D/C | C | |
| You | hear the tolling bell, and | touch the silk in your | lapel, |
| G | D | Em | |
| And | as the tear drops rise to meet the | comfort of the band, |
| C | D | |
| You take her frail | hand and hold on to the dream. |
| G | G+ | Em | C | D | G | D | Em | D | C | D/C | G | D | C | G | Em | C | Em | G | G+ | |
| A place to stay, | enough to eat, |
| Em | C | |
| Somewhere old heroes shuffle | safely down the street. |
| G | D | |
| Where you can | speak out loud about your doubts and | fears, |
| Em | |
| And what's more | no-one ever disappears, |
| Cmaj7 | |
| You never hear their standard issue | kicking in your door. |
| G | D | |
| You can relax on | both sides of the tracks, |
| Em | C | D7/C | |
| And maniacs | don't blow holes in | bandsmen by remote cont | rol, |
| G | D | |
| And | everyone has recourse to the | law, |
| C | G | Em | |
| And | no-one kills the children any | more. |
| C | G | |
| No-one kills the children anymore. |
| C | D | G | D | Em | D | |
| Night after ni | ght, going | round and | round my | brain, |
| C | D | G | |
| His | dream is | driving me in | sane___________________. |
| G | |
| In the | corner of some foreign field, |
| D | |
| The | gunner sleeps tonight. |
| Em | C | D/C | |
| What's done is done. |
| G | D | |
| We | cannot just write off his final | scene. |
| C | G | Em | |
| Take heed of his | dream, |
| C | Em | |
| Take heed. |
| -- | |
| Updated: April 7/98 |