Armies In The Fire

Gm The lamps now glitter down the street; Ebmaj7 Faintly sound the falling feet; F And the blue even slowly falls Gm About the garden trees and walls. Gm Now in the falling of the gloom Ebmaj7 The red fire paints the empty room: F And warmly on the roof it looks, Gm And flickers on the backs of books. Eb And what the burning city is Bb That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb And what the burning city is Bb F That crumbles in your furnaces! Gm Armies march by tower and spire Ebmaj7 Of cities blazing, in the fire;— F Till as I gaze with staring eyes, Gm The armies fade, the lustre dies. Gm Then once again the glow returns; Ebmaj7 Again the phantom city burns; F And down the red-hot valley, lo! Gm The phantom armies marching go! Eb And what the burning city is Bb That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb And what the burning city is Bb F That crumbles in your furnaces! Gm Blinking embers, tell me true Ebmaj7 Where are those armies marching to, F And what the burning city is Gm That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb And what the burning city is Bb That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb And what the burning city is Bb F That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb Eb Bb Bb Eb And what the burning city is Bb That crumbles in your furnaces! Eb And what the burning city is Bb F That crumbles in your furnaces!