Dougie Maclean - Feel so near

^CYou'll find me ^Fsitting at this ^Gtable ^Cwith my friend ^FFin and my friend ^GJohn ^AmMy friend Murd^Emaney tells us ^Fstories of things long ^Cgone lone ^Ggone

^CAnd we may ^Ftake a glass tog^Gether ^Cthe whisky ^Fmakes it all so ^Gclear ^AmIt fires our ^Emdulled imagi^Fnations and I feel so ^Cnear so ^Gnear

I feel so ^Cnear to the howling of the ^Fwind Feel so ^Cnear to the crashing of the ^Fwaves Feel so ^Cnear to the ^Amflowers in the ^Ffield Feel so ^Cnear ^{F C F}

^CThe old man ^Flooks out to the ^Gisland ^Che says this ^Fplace is endless ^Gthin ^AmThere's no real ^Emdistance here to ^Fmention we might all fall ^Cin all fall ^Gin

^CNo distance to the ^Fspirits of the ^Gliving ^Cno distance to the ^Fspirits of the ^Gdead ^AmAnd as he ^Emturned his eyes were ^Fshining and he proudly ^Csaid proudly ^Gsaid

I feel so ^Cnear to the howling of the ^Fwind Feel so ^Cnear to the crashing of the ^Fwaves Feel so ^Cnear to the ^Amflowers in the ^Ffield Feel so ^Cnear ^{F C F}

^CSo we ^Fbuild our tower con^Gstructions ^Cthere to ^Fmark our place in ^Gtime ^AmWe justi^Emfy our great de^Fstructions as on we ^Cclimb on we ^Gclimb

^CNow the journey ^Fdoesn't seem to ^Gmatter ^Cthe desti^Fnation's faded ^Gout ^AmAnd gathering ^Emout along the ^Fheadland I hear the children ^Cshout children ^Gshout

I feel so ^Cnear to the howling of the ^Fwind Feel so ^Cnear to the crashing of the ^Fwaves Feel so ^Cnear to the ^Amflowers in the ^Ffield Feel so ^Cnear ^{F C F}