Tom: F#
Intro: (Am C F) 2x
Am
The dancer slows her frantic pace , In pain and desperation
C F
Her aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration
Am
Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire with just the briefest pause
C F G
The flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause
C Am
And she limps across the floor , and closes her bedroom door...
(Am C F) 2x
Am
The writer stare with glassy eyes , defies the empty page
C F
His beard is white, his face is lined, and streaked with tears of rage
Am
Thirty years ago, how the words would flow , with passion and precision
C F G
But now his mind is dark and dulled, by sickness and indecision
C Am
And he stares out the kitchen door, where the sun will rise no more...
(Am) (A G D)
A G D
Some are born to move the world, to live their fantasies
A G D
But most of us just dream about , the things we'd like to be
Bbm G# F# Db
Sadder still to watch it die, than never to have known it
F G
For you, the blind who once could see
F G F G
The bell tolls for thee.
F G Am
The bell tolls for…
Solo: (Am D) (Am F) (F) (F) (F G)
F G
For you, the blind who once could see
F G F G
The bell tolls for thee.
