(Dm)Oh,
oh, deep (F)wa ter,
(Dm)black
and cold (C)like the (F)night.
I (Bb)stand with arms wide o pen,
I’ve (F)run a twist ed mile.
I’m a stran ger
in the (C)eyes
of the Mak er.
I (Dm)could not see
for the (C)seen fog in my (F)eyes.
ters
And I (Dm)could not feel
for the (C)feel in my (F)life.
From a (Bb)cross the great di vide,
in the dis tance I ver saw a light.
den,
Jean Bap tiste
walk ing (C)to me
with the Mak er.
So my (Dm)bod y
is bent and bro ken
by long
and dan g’rous sleep.
Well, I can’t work
the fields of (C)A bra ham
and (F)turn my head a way.
I’m not a stran ger
in the (C)hands
of the Mak er.
Broth er ing
in the (C)eyes
of the Mak er,
oh, (Bb)burn ing
in the (C)eyes
of the Mak er.
This page shows “The Maker” by Dave Matthews Band in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 100 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.