C                                                                          A/F 
A-F 4 times)
In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity
               C                                                                         
              A/F
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
G                               A#                   A
On the horizon the curtains are closing
C                                                                                        
                    A/F
Down in the orchard, the aunties and uncles play their games
             A            F                   A        F
(Like it seems they always have done)
C                                                                                        
          A/F
In the blue distance, the vertical offices bear their names
              A           F                    A        F
(Like it seems they always have done)
G                                     A#                 A
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up.
C
These poor girls are such fun,
                                                                                      A/F
They know what God gave them their fingers for
                 A          F        A            F
(to make percussion over so-los) [typing percussion]
C                                                                                        
               A/F
China, my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
                A                 F                 A         F
(Which I guess you should be proud of)
         C
Your walls have enclosed you,

Have kept you at home for thousands of years
                      A         F                   A        F
(But there's something I should tell you)
G                                                A#                    A
All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors.
C
I remember a man who
                                                                         A/F
Jumped out from a window over the bay
                       A     F    A                 F
(There was hardly a raised eyebrow)
C
The coroner told me,
                                                                   A/F
This kind of thing happens every day.
G                                                    A#                  A
You see, from the Pagoda, the world is so tidy.
   done by ketty inglet