Isabel Frank Turner
Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed
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So [B]no[(Em)]w the[B] y[(Em)]ears are rolling by, and itâ??s not long since you and I
could have [Abm]been train drivers and [E]ast[F#]rona[B]uts
And[B] n[(Em)]ow we[B]â?[(Em)]?re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts
is that we [Abm]canâ??t remember ho[E]w w[F#]e go[B]t [(Em)]caught
Fi[B]lt[(Em)]ered a[B]ir[(Em)],computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens â??
count your [Abm]blessings, then breathe, and [E]count [F#]to t[B]en[(Em)]
An[B]d [(Em)]though[B] i[(Em)]t doesnâ??t often show, we are scared because we know
our forefat[Abm]hers were farmers and [E]fis[F#]herme[Abm]n
[Abm] [Eb] [E] [F#]
And s[Abm]o the world has changed, worse or betterâ??s hard to tell,
but my [Eb]hope remains [E] within the [F#]arms of Isabel
So [B]no[(Em)]w our[B] c[(Em)]alloused hands once told a story honest as itâ??s old
of sowing [Abm]seeds and [E]set[F#]ting s[B]ail.
But[B] n[(Em)]ow ou[B]r [(Em)]hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
at these sal[Abm]vation schemes that are [E]bound [F#]to f[Abm]ail
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[C#m]And Iâ??ll admit that I am scar[Bm]ed of wha[F#]t I donâ??t understand.
[C#] But darling, if youâ??re there[Bm], gentle v[F#]oice and soothing hands
[C#] [Bm] [F#]
[Eb] to quiet my despair, [E] to shore up all my plans, darling, if youâ??re there...
[Abm] [Eb] [E] [F#]
An[Abm]d so the world has changed, and I must change as well
The [Eb]machines weâ??ve mad[E]e will d[F#]amn us into hel[Abm]l
And the [Eb]time will come[E] when a[F#]ll must save themselves[Abm].
I will [Eb]save my soul[E] in the a[F#]rms of Isabel
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