The Trader The Beach Boys
The Trader (Carl Wilson/Jack Rieley)
Album: Holland
Part 1:
Verse:
[D]Trader sailed a jeweled crown [A]humanity rowed th[F#m7]e way
G G/F#. Em D Em F#m
Exploring to command more land, scheming how to rule the waves.
[D]Trader spied a virgin plain and [A]named it for velvet [F#m]robes
[G]Wrote home declaring [G/F#]there's a [Em]place where [D]totally [Em]folks are [F#m]free
[D/A]Nourishment[A/C#] fills the [G/D]prairies and the hillsides
And[D/A] animals[A/C#] stalk the [G/D]mountains and the seaside
D/A A/C# G/D. D A D
And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies, signed sincerely.
Verse:
Trader found the jeweled land was occupied before he came
By humans of a second look who couldn't even write their names shame
Trader said they're not as good as folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help, their breasts I see; they're not like me
Chorus:
Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides
Clear them from our mountains and our seaside
I want them off our lakes so please reply, signed sincerely.
Verse:
Trader he got the crown okay, cleared humanity from his way
He civilized all he saw making changes every single day, say
Chorus:
Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides
Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside
The other kind fled to hide, by and by, and so sincerely
[G]cried.
Part 2:
[G/D]Making it [F/C]soft[C]ly, like the[F/C] evening [C]sea,[G/B] trying to [C]be
[C/A]Making it [G]go.
[C/A]Creating[G/B] it [F/C]gentl[C]y, like a[F/C] morning [C]breeze, a [G/B]life of [C]ease
[G/B]Eyes that[C] see[C/A] bey[D/E]ond [D]to[C]morrow, through to the[D/E] tim[D]e without [C]hours
Passing the [D/E]Eden [D]of [C]Flowers, [C/A]reason to [G]live.
[G/D]Embracing [F/C]toge[C]ther, like the[F/C] merging [C]streams,[G/B] crying [C]dreams
[C/A]Making it [G]full
[C/A]Begging [G/B]inte[F/C]ntly[C], for a[F/C] slight [C]reprieve, [G/B]a night [C]of ease
[G/B]Hands to [C]touch[C/A] bey[D/E]ond [D]the [C]sorrow, on to the [D/E]forc[D]e without [C]power
Piercing the [D/E]crust[D] of the t[C]ower, r[C/A]eason to l[G]ive.
[D/E] [D] [C] [D/E] [D] [C] [D/E] [D] [C] [C/A] [G] [C/A] [G/B]
Hoping, like a budding rose, humbling shows
Making it
Struggling lonely, like a desert field, break the seal, make it real
Ears to hear, beyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrows
Burning the flesh of all sorrows,
[D/C]reason to l[C]ive
[D/C]Reason to [C]continue
[D/C]Reason to [C]go on
[D/C]Reason to [C]live
[D/C]Reason to [C]live
[D/C]Reason to [C]live
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