Al Stewart
Transposer

Old Admirals


Al Stewart


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Intro :
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I can well recall the first time I ever put to sea
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Was on the old Calcutta in eighteen fifty-three
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I was just a lad of 14 years, a midshipman to be
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To make my way in sailing ships of the royal navy

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By the time that I was twenty-one I'd sailed the world around
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Weathered storms in the China seas with the hatches battened down
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And made my way by starlight off the coast of Newfoundland
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And dined on beer and herrings while,
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the waves blew all around

Bm E
I live in retirement now, and through my window comes the sound
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Of seagulls, and sets my mind remembering.
Bm E
The evening stars like memories, sail far beyond the distant trees
Em A
Way out across the open seas I hear them sing

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Oh the wooden ships they turned to iron and the iron ships to steel
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And shed their sails like autumn leaves with the turning of the wheel
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And I was given captain's rank and soon took under me
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The proudest ship that ever sailed
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for queen and country

Break :
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Ah, the old queen she passed away with the new born century
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And I received my calling up to the admiralty
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The sands ran through the hourglass each day more rapidly
D Am
As we watched the growing of the fleets
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of High Germany

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Bm E
So at last the Great War blazed, I waited with the passing days
Em Bm
The call to arms that never came, writing letters.
Bm E
I may be old now in your eyes, but all my years have made me wise
Em A
You don't see where the danger lies, so call me back, call me back..

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But the war it ran its course, they could find no use for me
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And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee
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And sometimes think in all this world the saddest thing to be
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Old admirals who feel the wind, and never put to sea

Outro :

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