| G | C/G | G | C/G | G |
A winter’s | day, in a | deep and dark De | cember | | |
Am7 | Bm7 | Am7 | Bm7 |
Gazing from my | window | to the streets be | low |
| Am | C | D |
On a | freshly fallen | silent shroud of | snow |
C | G | C | D7 | G |
I am a | rock, | I am an | is | land |
| G | C/G | G | G |
I’ve built | walls, a | fortress steep and | mighty | |
| Am | D7 | C | G | G |
That | none | may | penet | rate | |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Am7 | Bm7 |
I | have no need of | friendship | friendship causes | pain |
| Am | C | D |
It’s | laughter and it’s | loving I dis | dain |
C | G | C | D7 | G |
I am a | rock, | I am an | is | land |
| G | C/G | G |
Don’t talk of | love, well I’ve | heard the word be | fore |
| Am | D7 | C | G | G |
It’s | slee | ping in my | memor | y | |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Am7 | Bm7 |
I | won’t disturb the | slumber of | feelings that have | died |
| Am | C | D |
If I | never loved I | never would have | cried |
C | G | C | D7 | G |
I am a | rock, | I am an | is | land |
| G | C/G | G | G |
I have my | books and my | poetry to pro | tect me | |
| Am | D7 | C | G | G |
I am | shiel | ded in my | ar | mor | |
Am7 | Bm7 | Am7 | Bm7 |
Hiding in my | room, | safe within my | womb |
| Am | C | D |
I | touch no one and | no one touches | me |
C | G | C | D7 | G |
I am a | rock, | I am an | isla | nd |
| Am7 | D7 | G |
And a | rock fe | els no | pain |
| Am7 | D7 | G |
And an | island | never | cries |