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From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Subject: CRD: Widow With A Shawl (Donovan)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:30:22 GMT

Widow With A Shawl
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch

{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/dynasor@infi.net}


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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dynasor@infi.net                                       The Doctor is on.
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