Written by Chris de Burgh
F C The days of our age are threescore years and ten, Dm C And though men be so strong that they come, Bb C F Am Dm To fourscore years, yet is their strength then, A Bb C Am Bb But labour and sorrow, so soon passeth it away, Bb C D F And we are gone, F C And as for me, my feet are almost gone, Dm Bb C My treadings are well nigh slipped, Bb F But let not the waterflood drown me, Am Dm E Am C F G Neither let the deep swallow me up, (swallow me up) C G So going through the Vale of Misery, Dm I shall use it for a well, G Till the pools are filled with water, Eb Bb For thou hast made the North and the South, Cm D G Tabor and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.
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