Capo V E (trumpet solo) G F (E) When a room becomes an altar And what beast that must exist Dm6 It flies with music from our lips F And steals a kiss and blows it Dm6 E Out into the mist Where castles stand on cliffs And cobbled streets they wind and drift Dm6 And moods are made and set but shift F This place where skies are low Dm6 E And birds are big We went to sleep in day And woke again the same day Dm6 We have learned to cheat the time F And find the hours Dm6 E That the clocks cannot define As I looked up from that stage Dm6 I felt the thing that had been made And how it raged F And how it raged Dm How to explain? Something makes me howl G7 And shiver to the core Am Ah outside if it was raining F G Then inside there'd be a storm Am We've got a pair of hands for climbing F G And a pair of knees to spring Am And a pair of balls for strength F G And a pair of lungs to sing Am And these simple chords F (F) G That say: music is the language of us all Am E Am (x4) E... GF E To write these songs is to be written Ah the chorus always knows Dm6 What is in store F And what is more the thing that sings us Dm6 E Is the thing that makes us roar I felt that beast 'kisso my neck We clapped our hands F And heard them spread Dm6 There was a trumpet and a call F E A pack of Spaniards screamed for more Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all Music is the language of us all Am E Am (x12) E... Dm I find it hard to speak emotional G7 Cos these things are the things that C Can't be said And when it's struck it strikes F G The memory from our heads Am Once I wrote to play's F G To be immortal for a night Am And despite the unknown hours F Something happens G C When the light turns out the lights Am Then we fade and yawn F G To music that's the language of us all HAYMAN