Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
GI was born a land-bound Cfarm Gboy and Emin New DEngland Craised, The rippling of the Gwheat fields, well they Emwere my ocean Dwaves. Each Gcry and call, each Crise and Gfall, of the Emcrows a-Dcross the Ccorn Were seagulls Gswooping a-Dcross the Gbow, of a Cship I dreamed Id Emsail a-Dround Cape GHorn. GMy deck was the dusty Cfarm Gyard, my Emmast was the Dtelegraph Cpole And the windblow choir in the Gtelephone wire was the Emcall heard in my Dsoul GAnd it seemed to Chave been Gsinging Emsince the day that DI was Cborn I'm gonna take a Gtrip on a Dsailing Gship, Call the way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn GWell I found that ship in CHamGburg, her Emname it Dwas PekiCng Our skippers name was GCaptain Jürs, and Id Emnever met a man like Dhim. GHe pulled two men out Cfrom the Gsea, by the Emhair, in a Draging Cstorm. And he kept that Ggrip on a Dsailing Gship, Call the way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. DWell its four hours on and its four hours off Amand you sleep in your wet Cclothes The only dry thing Gon the ship is the Ccargo Emdown beDlow GEleven thousand Cmiles we Gsailed, Emnigh on one Dhundred Cdawns GThirty two Dsails on a Gheaving Cship, pulling us Emaround the Dwild cape Ghorn GWell the cargo weighed five Cthousand Gtons, the Emship three Dthousand Cmore. An acre of sail Gwas up aloft, some Emseventeen storeys Dtall. GAnd we had a pig, and a Cscruffy Gdog and a Emturkey Dfed on Ccorn. GAnd willing Dhands who Gcatch the Cwind, hauling us Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. GFor seventeen days we Cwere Gbecalmed and then EmFriday Dthe thirtCeenth Sixty eight great Gships were lost in the Emstorm of the Dcentury. GBut we were swept into the CAtlantiGc, on a Emsun-lit Dsparkling Cmorn, GThe turkey got Dsick, so we Gate him Cquick, on the way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. DWell she had us sort of hypnotised, no Amtime to catch our Cbreath, If you want to feel Greal alive, well you Chave to Emflirt with Ddeath. GSail close to the Charnessed Gwind, and Emtreat all Drisks with Cscorn GA farm boy Dand an Gun-yoked tCeam, ploughed their way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. GNow on that voyage we Clost two Gboys, they Emgot thrown DoverbCoard. Silence from us Gdown below, no Emone could put in Dwords. GTwo empty bunks to Cmark the Gspace in Emour young Dlives to Cmourn, GVoids Dbetween all Glife and Cdeath, on the way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn GAnd mountain waves, like CavaGlanches Emcrashed Dupon the Cdecks, The screaming winds snapped Gropes and spars, and Emtried to have us Dwrecked. GBut she rose and fell through Cfoam and Gswell, her Emsails were Dripped and Ctorn GEight thousand Dtons Gtossed like a Ccork, on the way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. DAnd she had us sort of hypnotised, no Amtime to catch our Cbreath, If you want to feel Greal alive, well you Chave to Emflirt with Ddeath. GSail close to the Charnessed Gwind, and Emtreat all Drisks with Cscorn GA farm boy Dand an Gun-yoked tCeam, ploughed their way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn. GWell, a farm boy Dand Gun-yoked Cteam, ploughed their way Emaround the Dwild Cape GHorn.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
© 2013, Songsterr.com.
© 2013, Songsterr.com.