Тональность

 
G    Am7    G/B    C 
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands 
And I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly 
You can hear them in the school yard, in the scrap yard 
In the chip shop, in the phone box  
In the pool hall, at the shoe store, every corner turned around 
                  
It started with a school girl who was running 
Running home to her Mam and Dad 
Told them she was playing, in the change room 
of the local football side 
They said tell us again, she told them again, 
tell us the truth, they found it hard to believe 
'Cause he taught our Steve, he even trained me,  
taught our John who's a father of three 
  
      Am7                F             C
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches 
      Am7                F     C      G    Am7  G/B  C
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees 
       G    Am7  G/B C
А thousand trees 
 
G    Am7    G/B    C
 
You see it in the classroom 
In the swimming pool 
Where the match stick men are made 
At the scout's hall 
At the football 
Where the wise we trust are paid 
They all honour his name 
He did a lot for the game 
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates 
But they're ripping them down, stamping the ground 
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge 
 
      Am7                F             C
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches 
      Am7                F     C      G    Am7  G/B  C
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees 
       G    Am7  G/B  C
А thousand trees 
 
 D       F            C
 Wake up, and smell the rain 
 D               F      C
 Shake up, he's back to stay 
 D                   F    C
 He hasn't been on a holiday 
 D                      F 
 Growing seeds don't believe 
    C     G   Am7  G/B  C
Why he's been away 

G Am7 G/B C

In the school yard, changing room, playing field, bathroom 
Phone box, office blocks, corners turn around 
They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame 
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates 
And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground 
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge 
  
      Am7                F             C
  It takes one tree, to make a thousand matches 
      Am7                F     C      G    Am7  G/B  C
Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees 
       G    Am7  G/B C
А thousand trees 
       G  Am7   G/B C
А thousand trees  
       G  Am7   G/B C
А thousand trees