Dan Fogelberg - Reach haven postcard

Well, the first breath of ^Cautumn ^Dblows through the ^Gtrees And the nights are getting ^Emlong and growing ^Amcol^Dder And the ^Gmaples are ^Cturning and the ^Dfields have gone ^Embrown And the ^Gwaves against the ^Emshore, make such a ^Dsad ^Gsound

Now there's a meal on the ^Ctable and a ^Dfire in the ^Gstove And a candle burning ^Embrightly by the ^Amstair^Dway And a ^Glamp in the ^Cwindow, that ^Dshines out to ^Emsea And I ^Gwish so much to^Emnight, that you were ^Dhere with ^Gme ^{C G}

Now the moon is in ^Cdanger of ^Drunning a^Gground As she sweeps the tattered ^Emclouds above the ^Amisl^Dand And the ^Gstars lay like ^Cdiamonds on the ^Dbreast of the ^Emsea And I ^Gwonder where you ^Emare and if you're ^Dthinking of ^Gme

Now I've ^Emgrown so ac^Gcustomed to ^Chaving you ^Dnear And I ^Emmiss you so ^Gmadly when ^Cyou are not ^Ahere When I ^Cthink how you ^Glove me, oh, it ^Cbrings me to ^Atears And I ^Gwish so much to^Emnight, that you were ^Dhere with ^Gme Oh, I ^Emwish so much tonight, that you were ^Dhere with ^Gme

Well I dropped you a ^Cpostcard, to^Dday in the ^Gmail With a picture of a ^Emsailing ship u^Ampon ^Dit And I ^Gtried to say ^Csomething that was ^Dclever and ^Emclear But the ^Gonly thing I ^Emwrote, was that, &quo^Dt;I wish you ^Gwere here"

Now I've ^Emgrown so ac^Gcustomed to ^Chaving you ^Dnear And I ^Emmiss you so ^Gmadly when ^Cyou are not ^Ahere When I ^Cthink how you ^Glove me, oh, it ^Cbrings me to ^Atears And I ^Gwish so much to^Emnight, that you were ^Dhere with ^Gme Oh, I ^Emwish so much tonight, that you were ^Dhere with ^Gme