Among the Oak and Ash - Marianne

It's fare thee well, my ^Fown true ^Clove It's fare thee well for a^Gwhile For the ^Amship is waiting and the ^Fwind blows ^Cfree I'm bound away for the ^Fsea, Mari^Canne I'm bound a^Gway for the ^Csea

Ten thousand miles a^Fway from ^Chome Ten thousand miles or ^Gmore The ^Amsea may freeze and the ^Fearth could ^Cburn If I'd never seen you be^Ffore, Mari^Canne I'd never ^Gseen you be^Cfore

Now I've never seen a ^Fcrow fly ^Chigh Will surely return to ^Gearth ^AmEver true, ^Ffast to ^Cyou By the morning return to^Fnight, Mari^Canne By the morning re^Gturn to^Cnight

You're coming back, the ^Fyears, ^Cdear So pleasant is to ^Gme It ^Ammakes me think, ^Fwhen I'm a^Cway That every day is ^Fthree, Mari^Canne That every ^Gday is ^Cthree ^{F G C}

I wish, I wish my ^Fheart were ^Cglass When you could be^Ghold The ^Amsecrets of my ^Flove is ^Cfound They're never made of ^Fgold, Mari^Canne They're never ^Gmade of ^Cgold

When you see the grass be^Fneath your ^Cfeet Or I do roam a^Ggain This ^Amlove is such a ^Fkilling ^Cgame Do you ever feel the ^Fsame, Mari^Canne? Do you ever ^Gfeel the ^Csame?