The Dalai Lamas Candle Acordes

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I have a candle that was lit from the candle which was lit
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From a candle lit by the Dalai Lama,
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It was a present from a friend, a long-haired follower of Zen,
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Who uses words like “groovy”, “cool” and “kharma”.
 
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And though I’ve never met that gentle priest from Tibet,
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In the candlelight his courage seems to shimmer.
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So I hope his small brave flame will guide him home again,
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And that one day his long exile will be over.
 
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[Verse 2]
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Now I have a photograph copied from a photograph,
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From a photograph taken by my mother,
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It’s of me and my Dad, and it’s the only one I have,
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That shows the both of us together.
 
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And I’m maybe nine or ten, and I’m not looking at the lens,
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But at something far beyond the photo’s borders,
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While behind me my Dad stands, with his big work-roughened hands,
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Resting lightly on my shoulders.
 
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[Verse 3]
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In my garden there’s a rose, that’s a cutting from a rose
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Planted many years ago by my grandmother.
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It’s called the “Evening Star, and it’s my favourite rose by far,
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To me it has a fragrance like no other.
 
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For its scent, so sweet and clear,
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Takes me back down through the years,
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When the story of my life was still unwritten,
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And where, a blank and happy page, safe and secure I played,
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Amongst the roses in my Grandmother’s garden.
 
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
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Deep inside me there’s a soul that was born from a soul,
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Born from the souls of all who went before us,
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It’s a strong unbroken line that stretches back through time,
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My life a tiny beat of it’s ancient chorus.
 
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That reaches from the past to take me gently in its grasp,
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And turn me to the new day that is dawning.
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It sings deep inside of me, for who I am and may yet be,
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And of living, of loving and belonging.
 
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[Verse 5]
          D                            G                Em
I have a candle that was lit from the candle which was lit
        A                       D
From a candle lit by the Dalai Lama,
           D                                   G           Em
It was a present from a friend, a long-haired follower of Zen,
    A                                       D
Who uses words like “groovy”, “cool” and “kharma”.
 
      G                                 D
And though I’ve never met that gentle priest from Tibet,
        G               Em                A
In the candlelight his courage seems to shimmer.
      D                               G               Em
So I hope his small brave flame will guide him home again,
         A                              D
And that one day his long exile will be over.
      D                               G               Em
So I hope his small brave flame will guide him home again,
         A                              D
And that one day his long exile will be over.
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