Mischief Brew – The Stone Worker (Guitar)

    Bm       A
I'm humble, alone

       E         F#
An old cutter of stone

    Bm         A
The maker, the shaper

    D            F#
The smith of the home

   Bm          A
No magician am I

    E          F#
For once I did thrive

    G         A         Bm
But now I can barely survive

   Bm         A
My love went away

   E           F#
By boat and by train

   Bm              A
To somewhere, find someone

     D          F#
With prosperous trade

       Bm           A
In the woods of Old Penn

        D          F#
There's work to be done

      G                A            Bm
Build mansions for the landworkers' sons

           D                            A
Where they threw away the knife for the gun

                  Bm
The brick for the feather

                    F#
They cut a friend's throat

        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun

F#           D        A         Bm
They left me poor and alone and one

Bm                A
So years did pass by

    E        F#
How I did survive

     Bm            A
With faith that my friends

           D          F#
Would come back to my side

      Bm         A
But I gathered a lot

                    E
The craft wasn't forgotten

A  G             A
We stand and our fruits won't go rotten

E         D                            A
We didn't throw away the knife for the gun

                  Bm
The brick for the feather

                      F#
Didn't cut a friend's throat

        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun

F#           D        A         Bm
They left me poor and alone and one

       Bm            A
So one day back they came

        E          F#
Brought little but shame

      Bm          A
Their children in arms

          D         F#
And their bodies in pain

     Bm              A
They shivered in the cold

      E             F#
I saw from my stone home

         G                  A             Bm
And they knocked 'til tears rained on the snow

             D                       A
They cried, "Worker of stone that we left long ago,

      Bm                F#
We're sorry we migrated to join the rows.

    D           A
But now we've returned,

    Bm             F#
Yes now we've come home,

            D             A           Bm
And there's no place that we'd rather go, no."

    Bm        A
Why humble my tone?

       E         F#
An old cutter of stone

    Bm         A
The maker, the shaper

    E            F#
The smith of the home

    Bm        A
A magician am I

    E        F#
For I did survive

      G       A        Bm
For I never became civilized

         D                            A
I didn't throw away the knife for the gun

                  Bm
The brick for the feather

                      F#
Didn't cut a friend's throat

        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun

F#             D        A         Bm
They came back poor and alone and one