The Maker

(Dm)Oh, (C)oh, deep (F)water,

(Dm)black and cold (C)like the (F)night.

I (Bb)stand with arms wide open,

I've (F)run a twisted mile.

I'm a stranger in the (C)eyes of the Maker.

(C)I (Dm)could not see for the fog in my (F)eyes.

ters And I (Dm)could not feel

for the (C)feel in my (F)life.

From (Bb)across the great divide,

in the distance I ver saw a light.

den, Jean Baptiste

walking (C)to me with the Maker.

So my (Dm)body

is bent and broken

by long

and dang'rous sleep.

Well, I can't work the fields of (C)Abraham and (F)turn my head away.

I'm not a stranger in the (C)hands of the Maker.

(C)Brother ing in the eyes of the Maker,

oh, (Bb)burning in the (C)eyes of the Maker.