Watchtower Isaiah 21
Let the plunders plunder and the destroyers destroy” No reason to get excited because in this there is no joy
I am bowed down so I cannot hear I am dismayed so I cannot see. My mind reels in fear and the horror has appalled me.
Go set a Watchman let him announce what he sees. The hour is getting late but from the wildcat he is free
Upon a watchtower I stand O Lord here come riders horseman in pairs. Fallen is Babylon and the gods from there.
To the thirsty bring water and meet the fugitive with bread. From the pain of the bow and the sword they have fled
Intro to Stairway
Am G F
There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the muse,
"There's too much confusion, I think I am going to lose
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the muse, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
Am G F double time
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Am G F
And as we wind on down the road
My shadows taller than my soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all is one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And shes buying a stairway to the Watchtower
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