Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

We sailed away on a winter's day

With fate as malleable as clay

But ships are fallible, I say

And the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel

A little wicker beetle shell

With four fine maste and lateen sails

Its bearings on Cair Paravel

Oh my love

Oh it was a funny little thing

To be

The ones

To've seen