Leitch Donovan - Widow With A Shawl, аккорды

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From: [email protected] (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Subject: CRD: Widow With 
A
 Shawl (Donovan)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:30:22 GMT

Widow With 
A
 Shawl
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch

{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/[email protected]}


Am
                               
G
Dear wind that shakes the barley free,

Am
                               
G
   
G/F#
     
Em
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sails.

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am
                          
G
Forsake her not in times of storm,

Am
                           
G
     
G/F#
     
Em
protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sails.

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am
                   
G
Whether he be in Africa

Am
                    
G
  
G/F#
     
Em
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams,

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am
                             
G
Dear snow white gulls upon the wing,

Am
                     
G
    
G/F#
   
Em
I, like you, are lamenting, for my love.

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am
                   
G
And in my chariot of sleep,

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G/F#
 
Em
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea.

Am
                     
G
I awake a-weary on the shore.


Am
                         
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For seven years and seven days,

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G/F#
 
Em
no man has seen my woman's ways, dear God.

Am
                         
G
I a-weary cry upon the shore.


Am
                        
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Along the shingle beach I go,

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G/F#
 
Em
the wind about me as I make my way,

Am
                        
G
to my weary dream upon my bed.


Am
                               
G
Dear wind that shakes the barley free,

Am
                               
G
   
G/F#
     
Em
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sails.

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Am
                      
G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

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