on the following CD's:

SONGS OF LOVE AND HATE
SO LONG, MARIANNE



/A  /  A/  A /   A/  

   /A       /A          /G             /G   
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge,
/A         /A                 /G                    /G
the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends.
   /A                   /G
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
/A               /A              /E
and the trees are burning in your promised land.
         /D                    /A
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
         /D                     /A
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
         /D                       /A
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
                /E              /A
and there are no diamonds in the mine.

     /A               /A               /G        /G
Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb,
/A                      /A                    /G            /G
  you say you're kind of restless now and it's on account of him.
     /A                                /G             /G
Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night,
      /A                         /E
he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight.
         /D                    /A
And there are no letters in the mailbox
         /D                     /A
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
         /D                       /A
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
                /E              /A
and there are no diamonds in the mine.

   /A                         /G             /G
Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
/A                              /G             /G
some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch,
   /A                              /G           /G
and the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride,
  /A                              /E
he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.
         /D                    /A
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
             /D                           /A
oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine,
         /D                                   /A
and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
                /E               /A
and there are no diamonds in your mine.
         /D                    /A
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
         /D                     /A
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
         /D                        /A
and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
                /E               /A
and there are no diamonds in your mine.



lyrics variation (1st verse) on Diamonds in the Minefield, Montreux 1985 

     /A                         /G                  /G
I thought I told thee all about it in the days of Vietnam
         /A                                  /G
When your poets marched for uncle Ho and your sons for Uncle Sam
     /A                                  /G
Which side are you on today, which song i got to sing
         /A                             /E
with the mega-stench of corpses that is blowing in the wind