Chris de Burgh – The Living Years (Guitar)

A                 Dmaj7
Every generation, blames the one before

A                                   Dmaj7
And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door

  G                    
I know that I’m a prisoner to all my father held so dear

  Bm
I know that I’m a hostage to all his hopes and fears

       E                                        A
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

A
Crumpled bits of paper

       Dmaj7
Filled with imperfect thoughts

A                                 Dmaj7
Stilted conversations, I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

    G
You say you just don’t see it, he says its perfect sense

    Bm
You just can’t get agreement, in this present tense

       E                                       A
We all talk a different language, talking in defense

A
So say it loud

       D
Say it clear

        Bm        E           A
You can listen as well as you hear

A
It’s too late (it’s too late)

        D
When we die (when we die)

     Bm           E          A
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

A
So we open up the quarrel

               Dmaj7
Between the present and the past

          A
We only sacrifice the future

         Dmaj7
It’s the bitterness that lasts

   G
So don’t yield to the fortunes

G
You sometimes see as fate

       Bm
It may have a new perspective on a different day

           E                                                  A
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in, you may just be OK

A
So say it say it say it loud

       D
Say it clear

        Bm        E           A
You can listen as well as you hear

A
‘Cos it’s too late (it’s too late)

        D
When we die (when we die)

    Bm            E          A
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

A
I wasn’t there that morning

        Dmaj7
When my father passed away

  A                                        Dmaj7
I didn’t get to tell him, all the things I had to say

  G
I think I caught his spirit, later that same year

    Bm
I’m sure I heard his echo in my baby’s newborn tears

       E                                        A
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

A
So say it say it say it loud

       D
Say it clear

        Bm        E           A
You can listen as well as you hear

A
‘Cos it’s too late (it’s too late)

        D
When we die (when we die)

    Bm            E          A
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

A
Yes it’s too late (it’s too late)

        Dmaj7
When we die (when we die)

     Bm           E          A
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

A
Every generation…