2 acessos
F Dm (pause) F Here I sleep the morning through Dm 'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me F And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow Dm The day wherever it takes me F I stand at the window and I look at the sea Dm And I am what I am, and what will be will be F I stand at the window and I look at the sea Dm And I make me a pot of opium tea ( p a u s e ) F Down at the port I watch the boats come in Dm Watch the boats come in can do something to you F And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand Dm And I toss them a dirham or two F Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me Dm Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be F I wonder if my kids are thinking of me Dm And I smile and I sip my opium tea (pause) F At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts Dm And the shapes of hooded men who pass me F And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs Dm The strange luck that fate has cast me F Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily Dm That he is what he is and what will be will be F Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily Dm And I sit and I drink of my opium tea F I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home Dm There is nothing here to win or lose F There are no choices needed to be made at all Dm Not even the choice of having to choose F Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free Dm Cause I am what I am and what will be will be F I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free Dm And I smile and I sip my opium tea.