Something The Boy Said

Transcribed by Fernando Duran Soto

Gm7

When we set out on this journey

There were no doubts in our minds

We set our eyes to the distance

We would find what we would find



We took courage from our numbers

What we sought, we did not fear

Bb                               F

Sometimes we'd glimpse a shadow falling

           C                     Csus  C

Then the shadow would disappear.



Gm7

But our thoughts kept returning

To something the boy said as we turned to go

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He said 'You'll never see our faces again,

           C                        Csus  C  Bb

You'll be food for a carrion crow'.



        Eb               B

Every step we took today

        Eb                 B

Our thoughts would always stray

               Eb             Db

From the wind on the moor so wild

          Eb

To the words of the captain's child.



Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said.



Gm7

In the circles we made with our fires

We talked of the pale afternoon

The clouds were like dark riders

Flying on the face of the moon

We spoke our fears to the captain

And asked what his son could know

Bb                              F

For we would never have marched so far

       C              Csus  C

To be food for a crow.



        Eb               B

Every step we took today

        Eb                 B

Our thoughts would always stray

               Eb             Db

From the wind on the moor so wild

          Eb

To the words of the captain's child.



Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7

Something the boy said

Gm7            C     Dm7   Gm7

Something the boy said.



Gm7

When I awoke this morning

The sun's eye was red as blood

The stench of burning corpses

Faces in the mud.



Gm7

Am I dead or am I living?

I'm too afraid to care, I'm too afraid to know

I'm too afraid to look behind me

At the feast of the crow.



Bb                         Eb

We spoke our fears to the captain

Bb                            Eb

And asked what his son could know

Bb                                 Eb

For we would never have marched so far

      Db  Eb       Gm7

To be food, for a crow

              Gm    Dm7

Something the boy said

      Db  Eb       Gm7

To be food, for a crow

              Gm    Dm7

Something the boy said... (Repeat and fade)
Transcribed by Fernando Duran Soto Bogota - Colombia feduso@hotmail.com