Chords used in this song
AThe man on the
Eright is a man un
Adone
He'd give you his soul if you asked him for
Dsome.
A child in his way for he needs to
Abelieve
EThat love is a song for each man to
Asing.
The man on the
Eleft is a prize un
Awon
A candle unlit and a song un
Dsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's
Adream,
EThe man on the left the me in be
Atween.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
DTake me home, show me peaceful days before my
Ayouth has gone.
The man in bet
Eween waits between the
Atwo
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the
Dtrue.
Unknowing what is and denying what
Aseems
EAnd there he will sleep the man in bet
Aween.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing ri
Dver.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my
Ayouth has gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
Calling from the lips of Abraham
Make a sound that we may wonder,
Dwhere we are.
Take us to you soul for we have
Awandered far.
The man on the
Eright was a man un
Adone
The man on the left like a prize un
Dwon.
And God only knows what their time will
Abring
EOr what will become of the man in be
Atween.
Verse 1
[A]The man on the [E]right is a man un[A]done
He'd give you his soul if you asked him for [D]some.
A child in his way for he needs to [A]believe
[E]That love is a song for each man to [A]sing.
The man on the [E]left is a prize un[A]won
A candle unlit and a song un[D]sung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's [A]dream,
[E]The man on the left the me in be[A]tween.
Chorus
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
[D]Take me home, show me peaceful days before my [A]youth has gone.
Verse 2
The man in bet[E]ween waits between the [A]two
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the [D]true.
Unknowing what is and denying what [A]seems
[E]And there he will sleep the man in bet[A]ween.
Chorus
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing ri[D]ver.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my [A]youth has gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
Calling from the lips of Abraham
Make a sound that we may wonder, [D]where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have [A]wandered far.
Verse 3
The man on the [E]right was a man un[A]done
The man on the left like a prize un[D]won.
And God only knows what their time will [A]bring
[E]Or what will become of the man in be[A]tween.
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