The Last Ship Sting

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Intro: f7

f7It's all there in the gog7spels, the Magf7dalene gg7irl
Comes to pf7ay her resg7pects, but her mFind is awBhirl
When she f7finds the tomb eg7mpty, the stf7one had been rog7lled,
Not a sf7ign of a cg7orpse in the dFark and the coBld.

When she reachFes the door, sees an unholy sight,
There's this solitaBry figure in a G7halo of light
He just cfarries on floating past CFalvary Hill,
In an almighBty hurry, aye but she miG7ght catch him still.

"Tell me whf7ere are ye going Lord, and Bwhy in such haste?"
"Now don't hinG7der me woman, I've no tifme to waste!”
For they'ref7 launching a boat on the moBrrow at noon,
And I hG7ave to be there before dfaybreak.

Oh I canFna be missing, the laFds'll expect me,
Why elsBe would the good Lord himself G7resurrect me?
For nofthing will stop me, I haFve to prevail,
ThrouBgh the teeth of this tempest, in the mouG7th of a gale.

May the anFgels protect me, if7f all else should faiBl,
When the laFst sg7hip safils.   B 

Oh the roFar of the chafins and the crBacking of timbers,
The nfoise at the g7end of the worFld in your eBars,
Gis a mounFtain of steel makf7es its way to the Bsea,
And the lFast g7ship sfails.


F F/f Fis/B f Fb/F

c7It's a strange kind of bf7eauty,
fis7It's cold and austeref7,  
And whatfis7ever it f7was that ye've dBone to be hFbere,
It's the scum of yr f7hopes yr defis7spairs and yr ff7ears,
When the Blast sf7hip sc7ails.   Fb  

BWell the first to arrive saw these sFisigns in the east,
GLike that strange moving fignger at Balthazar's fis7Feast,

Where they acsked the fis7advice of some wandeg7ring prifis7est,
And the sg7ad ghosts offis7 men whom they'd thoBught long decFeased,
And whatecis7ver got fis7said, they'd be cg7ounted at lefis7ast,
When the lBast fis7ship scisails.  F 

Oh the roBar of the chains and the cg7racking of timfis7bers,
g7The noise at thefis7 end of the woBrld in your earsF,
Gis a mounBtain of steel makes its g7way to the fis7sea,
And the laBst fis7ship scisails.  F 

And whateBver you'd promised, wghatever you've fis7done,
And whg7atever the stfis7ation in liBfe you've beFcome
In the nBame of the Father, ing the name of the FSon,
And whatBever the weaFve of this g7life that you'vefis7 spun,
g7On the Earth or in Heaven or uFnder the SFun,
When the lBast fis7ship scisails.

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