I wrote this song with my good friend Alfie T. I hope you like it. Introduction. Em, G, F#m, B Em, G, B, B, Em G F#m B Break, break, break, Em G B On your cold grey stones, oh Sea Em G F#m B And I wish that my tongue could utter Em G B B The thoughts that arise in me. Same chords throughout. Oh well for the fisherman's boy, As he shouts with his sister at play Oh well for the sailor lad, As he sings in his boat on the bay And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill: But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, oh Sea But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.