The turning land

G

September light, the day ran slow,

C

Old war voices on the glow,

G

You breathed him through with all you had,

D

A hard-won boy, but strong and glad.

G

Half past five, and right on time,

C

Like he answered some deep chime,

G

Came in fighting for his air,

D

Life already waiting there.

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[Chorus] (firm, grounded)

G

Hey now, Jack, my twilight son,

C

You were never the easy one,

G

Sharp-eyed heart and a restless track,

D

Took your knocks but you stood back.

G

Hey now, Jack, through loss and land,

C

You’ve carved your way with your own two hands,

G

Grace in your name, strength in your stand,

D

Jack of the turning land.

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G

Schoolyard words and heavy days,

C

Crowds that never saw your ways,

G

Misread signs and tempers fast,

D

Trouble found you, shadows cast.

G

You felt too much, you saw too clear,

C

Carried things you couldn’t share,

G

World pushed hard, you pushed it back,

D

Left your mark in every crack.

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G

Hey now, Jack, my twilight son,

C

You were never the quiet one,

G

Burning bright when the road went black,

D

Paid your dues and you held your track.

G

Hey now, Jack, you stood your ground,

C

Even when the world turned round,

G

Grace in your name, strength in your hand,

D

Jack of the turning land.

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[Verse 3] (slightly stripped back)

G

Twenty-five and الحديد sky (optional: change “iron sky” if preferred)

C

Rubber, road, and a sudden cry,

G

Metal, motion, the world gone wide,

D

A line drawn hard you couldn’t hide.

G

Close enough to the edge that day,

C

Something in you chose to stay,

G

Broken bones or shaken soul,

D

Still you rose and paid the toll.

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[Bridge] (quiet, reflective)

Em

Christmas Eve when it all began,

C

A spark that grew into this man,

G

Not an easy road to walk,

D

But truth was always in your step and talk.

Em

Now it’s soil beneath your feet,

C

Simple work and something real,

G

Less of noise and less of fight,

D

More of dawn and more of right.

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[Final Chorus] (full, resolute)

G

Hey now, Jack, my twilight son,

C

You were always the stubborn one,

G

Through the fire and all of that,

D

You found your road and you stayed on track.

G

Hey now, Jack, don’t you forget,

C

Every storm you’ve outlived yet,

G

Grace will find you where you stand,

D

Jack of the turning land.

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[Outro] (slow, like a closing door at dusk)

G

Jack of the turning land…

C

Jack of the turning land…

G

Worn by life, but still you stand…

D → G

Jack of the turning land.