INTRO: Eb Fm Eb (x2)

#1.
Eb                                   Fm
When the quiet evening comes and the village 
Ab     Fm    Bb
softly lies, twinkling in the shadow of the 
Eb
mountain.
Eb                                     Ab
When the twilight's muffled drums play tattoos 
                      Bb
to the skies, and the heavens close their eyes,
        Eb
I'll be gone.

#2.
Eb                             Fm
When the fisher folds his net, makes his craft 
            Bb                             Eb
secure, and gazes to the west for signs of weather.
Eb                                   Ab
When he thinks of his table set, his children at 
                Bb                             Eb
the door, as he plods along the shore..I'll be gone.


INTERLUDE: Eb Bb Eb

#3.
Eb                                 Fm
When the merchant draws his shade, counts the day’s 
              Bb                             Eb
receipts, and smiles, recalling bits of idle gossip.
Eb                                   Ab
When the entries all are made in the ledger's tidy 
             Bb                                 Eb
sheets as he shuffles down the streets..I'll be gone.

OUTRO:

Eb                             Fm
Tis pretty, but is chains, and I must be free.
    Bb                                 Eb
So, fare-thee-well, ye full, contented fellow.
Eb                       Ab               Bb
No quiet life for me, no home, no family, now, and 
                   Eb
endlessly..I'll be gone.