puer ferox adventus chords and lyrics - IAN ANDERSON

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[Verse 1]
[G]The brash North wind strikes
Upon the isle of Lindisfarne.
I offer searching souls the wisdom
of my years.
These lessons writ in book of ages holy,
past.
The agony, the righteous path to
Steer between the waves,
The dark abyss, tied to the mast.
[Am]This

[Verse 2]
sponge of pragmat[C]ic [G]Constantine
[Am]Mops[C] them all [G]up and
wipes [Am]them clean.
It's all [C]okay, [G]it's all offi[Am]cial. The Christ
Child ad[G]vent here [Em]to b[Am]e seen.
[Dm]Sat urn's [Am]Solstice, [G]Yuletide b[D]lotted,
[F]Blended in [C]cynic [Am]innoc[G]ence.
[Am]Meet in Milan and host[G] the p[Am]arty,
[C]Safer to [G]sit [Em]astride the fence.
[D][F#m][F#]

[Verse 3]
[Bm]What is this book? These [A]airy [Bm]pages?
[D]Scribed [A]and scribbled with
[Bm]latitude.
Tallest tales for [A]poor and [Bm]needy in wide-
Eyed [A]wonder at [F#m]faith renewed.
[Bm]Word[Em]s of gospe[Bm]l and [A]rede[Em]mption[E],
[Em][E]
[G]Absolution [Bm]if we r[Em]e pen[A]t
[Bm]Emperor's deathbed, [A]late salva[Bm]tion,
Bap[D]tism in [A]dubious [F#m]testament.
[Em]

[Verse 4]
There's a wild [D]child [Em]coming.
[E]There's an [G]angry [D]man[Em].
There's [G]a new a[D]ge dawni[A]ng
[F#m]Here, to [A]an [F#m]old age pl[E]an.[Em]
[Bm]Manic

[Verse 5]
[Bm]mother,
her child gone missing:
Found in the [A]temple with the elder [Bm]men.
Gone about His Father[A]'s
[Bm]business. Yeah -
But he soon goes [A]missing [Bm]once again.
[Em]Ducked his [Bm]head with the
[A]mad- John [E]prophet.
[G]West bank [D]desert [Bm]doubts an[E]d f[A]ear.
White [Bm]ma gic, healing,
[A]and [Bm]exorcism: got
[D]Twelve good [A]men - now the
[F#m]gang's all [Em]here.

[Verse 6]
[Em]
There's a wild [D]child [Em]com ing.
[G]There's [D]an angry [Em]man.
[G]There's a n[D]ew age dawning[A]
[F#m]Here, to [A]an [F#m]old age pl[E]an.[Em][Am]

[Interlude 1]
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[Am]Proclamation,

[Verse 7]
[C]divin[G]e seed sow[Am]n.
[C](Did he rea[G]lly say tha[Am]t thi[Em]ng?)[Am]
On [Dm]don k[Am]ey c[Dm]olt,[Am] calm,
[G]to the [Am]Passion, knowing
Full [G]well what [Em]the charge must [Am]bring.
The [Dm]body [Am]bread, [G]a farewell sup[D]per,
[F]Bounty [C]silver, [Am]a kiss be[G]trayed
Lt's a [Am]long, hard haul,
that [G]Vi a Dol[Am]orosa.
No [C]last con[G]trition, quite [Em]unafraid.
[D]

[Interlude 2]
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[G]There's

[Verse 8]
[D]a[A]
[F#m]wild c[A]hil[F#m]d comi[E]ng.[Em][D][Em][D][Em]
[G]There's an ang[D]ry man[Em].[G]
There's [G]a new a[D]ge dawni[A]ng
[F#m]Here, to [A]an old [F#m]age plan.[E]

[Outro 1]
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