Written by David Munyon, Randy Weeks and Paul Boyd.
Recorded by David Munyon on the cd 'Poet Wind' on
Stockfish RTD 357.6017.2
Tab by Caroline.
With thanks to Bob Harris for playing the music - see
http://bobharris.org.
[Em]Something like [C]bold scenery,
[G]painted with fine [D]oils,
[Em]Cargo ships and [C]pirate blades,
[G]Bringing home the [D]spoils,
[Em]Standing tired and [C]wide awake,
[G]Dodging serpents [D]tails.
Chorus.
[Am]Stand up, time to hoist the [C]sails up,
Here come all the [G]big ships,
Racing through the [D]wind.
[Am]Hurry up, come back when the [C]time's right,
We'll be like the [G]shark's bite,
Back to bite [D]again.
Heading north we saw the fields,
Coastline tinted grey,
There she stood her dress pure white,
Her lantern lights were eight,
Soon my wounds were tended too,
And mom brought back today.
Chorus.
Like the spirit winds have claimed,
Sails by just a thread,
They forgive a captain's ship,
And fill too full the jib,
Like a band of gentlemen,
With one less to forgive.
Chorus.
Like a vintage Boujolais,
Empty lingering taste,
Longing for another sip,
Just to feel the chase,
On the rocks in Trinidad,
It was good to see your smiling face.
Chorus.
Chorus.
Transcribed by: Caroline
E-mail [email protected]
Recorded by David Munyon on the cd 'Poet Wind' on
Stockfish RTD 357.6017.2
Tab by Caroline.
With thanks to Bob Harris for playing the music - see
http://bobharris.org.
[Em]Something like [C]bold scenery,
[G]painted with fine [D]oils,
[Em]Cargo ships and [C]pirate blades,
[G]Bringing home the [D]spoils,
[Em]Standing tired and [C]wide awake,
[G]Dodging serpents [D]tails.
Chorus.
[Am]Stand up, time to hoist the [C]sails up,
Here come all the [G]big ships,
Racing through the [D]wind.
[Am]Hurry up, come back when the [C]time's right,
We'll be like the [G]shark's bite,
Back to bite [D]again.
Heading north we saw the fields,
Coastline tinted grey,
There she stood her dress pure white,
Her lantern lights were eight,
Soon my wounds were tended too,
And mom brought back today.
Chorus.
Like the spirit winds have claimed,
Sails by just a thread,
They forgive a captain's ship,
And fill too full the jib,
Like a band of gentlemen,
With one less to forgive.
Chorus.
Like a vintage Boujolais,
Empty lingering taste,
Longing for another sip,
Just to feel the chase,
On the rocks in Trinidad,
It was good to see your smiling face.
Chorus.
Chorus.
Transcribed by: Caroline
E-mail [email protected]
