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Em7

Em7                     Bm7           Am7     Bm7
It's all there in the gospels, the Magdalene girl
          Am7       Bm7             C        D
Comes to pay her respects, but her mind is awhirl
         Em7             Bm7         Am7            Bm7
When she finds the tomb empty, the stone had been rolled,
       Am7       Bm7           C             D
Not a sign of a corpse in the dark and the cold.
              C
When she reaches the door, sees an unholy sight,
                   D              B7
There's this solitary figure in a halo of light
         Em                       C
He just carries on floating past Calvary Hill,
            D                       B7
In an almighty hurry, aye but she might catch him still.

           Am7                        D
"Tell me where are ye going Lord, and why in such haste?"
              B7                      Em
"Now don't hinder me woman, I've no time to waste!”
           Am7                        D
For they're launching a boat on the morrow at noon,
       B7                      Em
And I have to be there before daybreak.
        C                    A
Oh I canna be missing, the lads'll expect me,
       D                             B7
Why else would the good Lord himself resurrect me?
      Em                      C
For nothing will stop me, I have to prevail,
     D                                       B7
Through the teeth of this tempest, in the mouth of a gale.
          C                 Am7                  D
May the angels protect me, if all else should fail,
           C   Bm7   Em     D
When the last ship sails.

Chorus:
         C            Am            D
Oh the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers,
     Am          Bm7           C           D
The noise at the end of the world in your ears,
         C                Am7               D
As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea,
         C   Bm7   Em
And the last ship sails.

C  A/C#  Bb/D  C#  Ab/C

Fm7                     Cm7
It's a strange kind of beauty,
Bbm7                 Cm7
It's cold and austere,
        Bbm7    Cm7             Db         Eb
And whatever it was that ye've done to be here,
          Fm       Cm7        Bbm7           Cm7
It's the sum of yr hopes yr despairs and yr fears,
         Db    Cm7  Fm7     Eb
When the last ship sails.

Db                                  Bb
Well the first to arrive saw these signs in the east,
B                          Bm                  C#m7
Like that strange moving finger at Balthazar's Feast,
            F#       C#m7                Bm7     C#m7
Where they asked the advice of some wandering priest,
         Bm7         C#m7                D            E
And the sad ghosts of men whom they'd thought long deceased,

         F#m7    C#m7             Bm7         C#m7
And whatever got said, they'd be counted at least,
          D   C#m7  F#m    E
When the last ship sails.

Chorus:
         D                         Bm7           C#m7
Oh the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers,
Bm7             C#m7          D               E
The noise at the end of the world in your ears,
         D                       Bm7        C#m7
As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea,
          D  C#m7  F#m    E
And the last ship sails.

         D                    Bm             C#m7
And whatever you'd promised, whatever you've done,
      Bm7          C#m7       D           E
And whatever the station in life you've become
        D                    Bm               E
In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son,
        D           E          Bm7             C#m7
And whatever the weave of this life that you've spun,
Bm7                           A         E
On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun,
          D   C#m7  F#m
When the last ship sails.