Dan Fogelberg - The minstrel

There's a love in my ^Glife, neither ^Emmistress or ^Fwife And she ^Amwaits for me every ^Gmorning by the ^Fsea ^Em Where the ^Amfishing hawk ^Gwheels and the ^Emsun warms the ^Fseals There she ^Amlays at her silent ^Ganchorage for ^Amme

She is fine, she is ^Gfleet, she will ^Emrun, reach or ^Fbeat With a ^Amsong in her ^Grigging and her ^Fsails ^Em And when ^Amday is ^Gdone, we will ^Emlay-to as ^Fone And ^Amsleep 'neath the rolling ^Grhythm of the ^Amstars

And we ^Fsail a^Emway, off to ^FJericho ^CBay Where the ^Amblue of the ^D7sea meets the ^Gsky And the ^Fsong that she ^Emsings me, it ^Fbrings me such ^Cpeace When the ^Amseas rise up ^D7angry and ^Ghigh She's a ^Ffriend of mine, The ^CMinstrel ^{Cmaj7 C}

There are ^Amloons off to ^Gport and the ^Emporpoises ^Fsport In her ^Amwake, as she ^Gbreaks the rolling ^Fmain ^Em And with ^Amthe wind in her ^Gsails, we will ^Emrun with the ^Fwhales As they ^Amswim through their dark, di^Gminishing do^Ammain

And we ^Fsail a^Emway, off to ^FJericho ^CBay Where the ^Amblue of the ^D7sea meets the ^Gsky And the ^Fsong she ^Emsings me, it ^Fbrings me such ^Cpeace When the ^Amseas rise up ^D7angry and ^Ghigh She's a ^Ffriend of mine, The ^CMinstrel ^{Cmaj7 C}