Em
D
The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly
C
G
My suitcases simply too full for the closing
F
Em
of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry
Bm
D
Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random ---
C
D
no sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them
C
D Em
Black Sunday falls one day too soon
(rest the same)
And down at the airport are probably waiting a few thousand passengers,
overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas --- connections
broken and Special Branch waiting conspicuously standing in holiday clothing
Black Sunday falls one day too soon Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy
Down to the gate with the old mood upon me Get out and chase the small
immortality born in the minute of my next returning Impatient feet tapping
and cigarette burning Homecoming one day too soon And back at the house
there's a grey sky a-tumbling Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling
Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving
Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving ...one day too soon
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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