Am Am* Am** Am*
This is no case of petty right or wrong
Am G F Em
That politicians or philosophers
Am E7 Am E7
Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot
Am G Am
With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.
Beside my hate for one fat patriot
My hatred of the Kaiser is love true:-
A kind of god he is, banging a gong.
But I have not to choose between the two,
D Am D Am
Or between justice and injustice. Dinned
C E7 Am G
With war and argument I read no more
Am C Am G
Than in the storm smoking along the wind
F Em A7
Athwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar.
From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;
Out of the other an England beautiful
And like her mother that died yesterday.
Little I know or care if, being dull,
I shall miss something that historians
Can rake out of the ashes when perchance
The phoenix broods serene above their ken.
But with the best and meanest Englishmen
I am one in crying, God save England, lest
We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.
The ages made her that made us from dust:
She is all we know and live by, and we trust
D Am D Am
She is good and must endure, loving her so:
C G Am
And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.
Soulful, contemporary American poet steps out with piano-heavy solo record. Husky vocals ride bluesy rock and r&b riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2014