David Francey - Banks of the seaway

I took my ^Glove down to ^CSummers^Gtown On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSeaway where the ^Cbig ships go ^Gby On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSaint Lawrence ^CRiver we ^Glie On the ^Cbanks of that ^Griver so ^Cwide

And when we ^Ghear the ^CWinter ^Gturn In the ^Csound of the blackbirds ^Fcry I'll ^Ctake my ^Flove down to ^CSummers^Gtown On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSeaway where the ^Cbig ships go ^Gby On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSaint Lawrence ^CRiver we ^Glie On the ^Cbanks of that ^Griver so ^Cwide

And when we ^Gsee the ^CSpringtime ^Gturn To a ^Ccloud in the summer ^Fsky I'll ^Ctake my ^Flove down to ^CSummers^Gtown On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSeaway where the ^Cbig ships go ^Gby On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSaint Lawrence ^CRiver we ^Glie On the ^Cbanks of that ^Griver so ^Cwide

And when we ^Gfeel the ^CSummer ^Gturn On the ^Cwind that the leaves will ^Ffly I'll ^Ctake my ^Flove down to ^CSummers^Gtown On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSeaway where the ^Cbig ships go ^Gby On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSaint Lawrence ^CRiver we ^Glie On the ^Cbanks of that ^Griver so ^Cwide

And when we ^Ghear the ^CAutumn ^Gturn In the ^CNorthern winds cold ^Fcry I'll ^Ctake my ^Flove down to ^CSummers^Gtown On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSeaway where the ^Cbig ships go ^Gby On the ^Cbanks of the ^FSaint Lawrence ^CRiver we ^Glie On the ^Cbanks of that ^Griver so ^Cwide