The Sage
Emerson Lake and Palmer
Intro
| Am | Dm | Am | Am | Dm | E | Am | Dm | Am | F | E | Am | ||||||||||||
| Am | Dm | Am | |
| I | carry the | dust of a jour | ney |
| Am | Dm | E | |
| that | cannot be | shaken a | way |
| Am | Dm | Am | |
| It | lives | deep with | in me |
| F | E | Am | |
| For I | breathe it | every | day. |
| You and I are yesterday's answers; |
| The earth of the past came to flesh. |
| Eroded by Time's rivers |
| To the shapes we now possess. |
| Come share of my breath and my substance, |
| and mingle our stream and our times. |
| In bright, infinite moments, |
| Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. |