Crosby Stills and Nash - Sanibel

There's a s^Ghip and it sails a sea of l^Emight On it's way to me to - ni^Cght from a d^Am7istant shore ^GTaking me home once mor^De. And the wa^Gves, and the whistling of the ^Emwind make me come alive aga^Cin, my de^Dstiny's at my d^Goor. ^C Gonna l^Deave this town for - e^Emver and ^B7go where I'll ne^Emver need an ov^A7ercoat no m^Dore, where they cry

O^Doh la la l^Gaaa, every n^Cight and every d^Gay. Sit^Emting by the G^Bmulf Coast, just a th^Am7ousand miles away^D. Where they cry O^Doh la la l^Gaaa, on an i^Csland I will dw^Gell, sta^Crlit nights in p^Garadise On the is^Dle of San - i - b^Gel.

There's a g^Girl, and I see her dressed in w^Emhite as she lies there in the nig^Cht. I can h^Am7ear her cry ^Gwhere has he gone and w^Dhy? But she k^Gnows that someday he will arr^Emive, and it keeps her love ^Calive; ^Ddreams can never d^Gie. ^C She lo^Doks across the ocea^Emn, the sa^B7ils in mo^Emtion in the e^Am7arly morning s^Dky. Where they cry

^FAngels of the w^Cater, s^Girens of the sea ^FWhispering their sw^Ceet love songs, ca^Glling out to ^Dme.