Pink Floyd (D. Gilmour)
Am, Bm, C, D, Em, G, Gbm
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
It's just a case of all the suffering
That you're joining in
the turning away it's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow
and casting its shroud over all we have known unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone, we can find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud, on the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring, where the speechless unite
Unite in a silent accord
Using words you will find a strange
Mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary, no more turning away.
From the coldness inside, just a world that we all must share.
It's not enough just to stand and stare.
Is it only a dream that there'll be no more turning away?