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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,
Am G G/F# Em
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea.
Am G
I awake a-weary on the shore.
Am G
For seven years and seven days,
Am G G/F# Em
no man has seen my woman's ways, dear God.
Am G
I a-weary cry upon the shore.
Am G
Along the shingle beach I go,
Am G 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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