(Verse 1) C D F The cause is Ozymandian C D F The map of Sapokanikan C G Is sanded and bevelled Bb F The land lorn and levelled Am D# Dm D# By some unrecorded and powerful hand (Verse 2) C D F Which plays along the monument C D F And drums upon a plastic bag CGBF The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- ADDD# And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag (Chorus) Bb Gm D# Bb Sang: Do you love me? Bb Gm D# Bb Will you remember? Bb Gm D# Bb The snow falls above me Bb Gm D# Bb The renderer renders: F D# Gm The event is in the hand of God (Verse 3) C D F Beneath a patch of grass, her C D F Bones the old Dutch master hid C G While elsewhere Tobias Bb F And the angel disguise Am D# Dm D# What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid (Verse 4) C D F Interred with other daughters C D F In dirt in other potters' fields C G Above them, parades Bb F Mark the passing of days Am D# Dm D# Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel (Chorus) Bb Gm D# Bb Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall Bb Gm D# Bb And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls Bb Gm And the records they left are cryptic at best D# Bb Lost in obsolescence Bb Gm The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal D# Bb With any fluorescence F D# Gm G# Where the hand of the master begins and ends Bb Gm D# Bb I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be Bb Gm D# Bb Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me Bb Gm D# Bb I call and call for the doctor Bb Gm D# Bb But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker F D# Gm And the event lives only in print (Outro) C# He said: Bb "It's alright" C And "It's all over now" Am Dm And boarded the plane Bb His belt unfastened C Am Dm The boy was known to show unusual daring Bb And, called a "boy" C Am Dm This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall Bb C Am Dm In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall Bb So we all raise a standard C Am Dm To which the wise and honest soul may repair Bb To which a hunter C Am Dm A hundred years from now, may look and despair Bb And see with wonder C Am Dm The tributes we have left to rust in the parks Bb Swearing that our hair stood on end C Am Dm To see John Purroy Mitchel depart Bb C Am Dm For the Western front where our work might count Bb C Am Dm O mercy! O God! Bb C Am Dm Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone Bb C Am Dm Bb CDm And what lies under the city is gone Bb C Am Dm Look and despair Bb C Am Dm Look and despair Bb C Am Dm (Fade out)