The Chimes of Freedom --- Bob Dylan
Far be-[G]tween
the finished [D]sundown and [G]midnight’s
broken [C]toll,
We [G]ducked
inside the [C]doorway as [D]thunder
went [G]crashing.
As ma-[G]jestic
bells of [D]bolts struck [G]shadows
in the [C]sounds,
[G]Seeming
to be the [C]chimes of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
[D]Flashing
for the warriors whose [G]strength is not
to fight.
[C]Flashing
for the [G]refugees on the [Am]unarmed
road of [D]flight.
And for [G]each
and every [D]underdog [G]soldier
in the [C]night
And we [G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
Through the [G]city’s
melted [D]furnace, unex-[G]pectedly
we [C]watched,
With [G]faces
hidden [C]as the [D]walls
were [G]tightening.
As [G]echo
of the [D]wedding bells be-[G]fore
the blowin’ [C]rain
Dis-[G]solved
into the [C]bells [D]of
the [G]lightning.
[D]Tolling
for the rebel, [G]tolling for the rake.
[C]Tolling
for the [G]luckless, the a-[Am]bandoned,
and for-[D]saked.
[G]Tolling
for the [D]outcast, burnin’ [G]constantly
at [C]stake.
And we [G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
Through the [G]mad
mystic [D]hammering of the [G]wild
ripping [C]hail,
The [G]sky
cracked its [C]poems in [D]naked
[G]wonder.
That the [G]clinging
of the [D]church bells blew [G]far
into the [C]breeze,
Leaving [G]only
bells of [C]lightning [D]and
its [G]thunder
[D]Striking
for the gentle, [G]striking for the kind,
[C]Striking
for the [G]guardians and pro-[Am]tectors
of the [D]mind.
And the [G]poet
and the [D]painter far be-[G]hind
his rightful [C]time,
And we [G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
In the
[G]wild
cathedral [D]evening
the [G]rain
unraveled [C]tales
For the
[G]disrobed
faceless [C]forms
of [D]no
po-[G]sition.
[G]Tolling
for the [D]tongues
with no [G]place
to bring their [C]thoughts,
All
[G]down
in taken-for-[C]granted
[D]situ-[G]ations.
[D]Tolling
for the deaf and blind, [G]tolling
for the mute,
And the mis-[C]treated,
mateless [G]mother,
the mis-[Am]titled
prosti-[D]tute.
For the
[G]misdemeanor
[D]outlaw,
chained and [G]cheated
by pur-[C]suit.
And we
[G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes
of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
Even
[G]though
a cloud’s white [D]curtain
in a [G]far-off
corner [C]flashed,
And the hyp-[G]notic
splattered [C]mist
was [D]slowly
[G]lifting.
E-[G]lectric
light still [D]struck
like arrows, [G]fired
but for the [C]ones
Con-[G]demned
to drift or [C]else
be [D]kept
from [G]drifting.
[D]Tolling
for the searching ones, on their [G]speechless,
seeking trail,
For the
[C]lonesome-hearted
[G]lovers
with too [Am]personal
a [D]tale.
And for
[G]each
unharmful [D]gentle
soul mis-[G]placed
inside a [C]jail.
And we
[G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes
of [D]freedom
[G]flashing.
[G]Starry-eyed
and [D]laughing
as I re-[G]call
when we were [C]caught,
Trapped
[G]by
no track of [C]hours
for they [D]hanged
sus-[G]pended.
As we
[G]listened
one last [D]time
and we [G]watched
with one last [C]look,
Spell-[G]bound
and swallowed [C]‘til
the [D]tolling
[G]ended.
[D]Tolling
for the aching ones whose [G]wounds
cannot be nursed,
For the
[C]countless
confused, [G]accused,
misused, [Am]strung-out
ones and [D]worse.
And for
[G]every
hung-up [D]person
in the [G]whole
wide uni-[C]verse.
And we
[G]gazed
upon the [C]chimes
of [D]freesom
[G]flashing.