SILVER IN THE STUBBLE
(Sydney Carter)
(ACBG) Am G Am / Am G Am / Am G Am G Am G / Am G Am
Early in the Morning,
Hear the razor roar,
There's silver in the stubble
And it wasn't there before.
For the leaves are getting greener,
And spring is on the way;
Girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.
Silver in the stubble;
Winter in the wood.
Fare you well, you wicked world,
I'm going to be good.
CHORUS
Time to think of Heaven;
Time to think of Hell.
Time to go to church on Sunday,
Hark, I hear the bell.
CHORUS
But if any girl is willing,
She only has to say;
I'll hang my halo on a shelf
Until another day.
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Written by Sydney Carter in 1984
Copyright Sydney Carter
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SILVER IN THE STUBBLE
(Sydney Carter)
(ACBG) Am G Am / Am G Am / Am G Am G Am G / Am G Am
Early in the Morning,
Hear the razor roar,
There's silver in the stubble
And it wasn't there before.
For the leaves are getting greener,
And spring is on the way;
Girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.
Silver in the stubble;
Winter in the wood.
Fare you well, you wicked world,
I'm going to be good.
CHORUS
Time to think of Heaven;
Time to think of Hell.
Time to go to church on Sunday,
Hark, I hear the bell.
CHORUS
But if any girl is willing,
She only has to say;
I'll hang my halo on a shelf
Until another day.
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Written by Sydney Carter in 1984
Copyright Sydney Carter
(Sydney Carter)
(ACBG) Am G Am / Am G Am / Am G Am G Am G / Am G Am
Early in the Morning,
Hear the razor roar,
There's silver in the stubble
And it wasn't there before.
For the leaves are getting greener,
And spring is on the way;
Girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.
Silver in the stubble;
Winter in the wood.
Fare you well, you wicked world,
I'm going to be good.
CHORUS
Time to think of Heaven;
Time to think of Hell.
Time to go to church on Sunday,
Hark, I hear the bell.
CHORUS
But if any girl is willing,
She only has to say;
I'll hang my halo on a shelf
Until another day.
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Written by Sydney Carter in 1984
Copyright Sydney Carter