Fisherman's Friends - Widow woman

^AmWhy do you sit Widow ^DWoman? ^AmWhy do you stare out at ^Dme? ^CIs it a secret you keep in your ^Dheart buried deep Of a ^Amboy on the ^Gbed of the ^Dsea

^AmIn Port Quin there's a ^Dclouded glass window ^AmPaint cracked and frame dusty ^Ddry ^CAnd behind the old lace is a ^Dsad weathered face Of a ^Amwoman who's ^Gheart has long since ^Ddied

^AmIn her eye she stills ^Dsees the great tempest ^AmBlew fast and furious through the ^Dbay ^CShe sees the fleet sinking ^Ddown to the deep Made ^Amtwo dozen ^Gwidows that ^Dday

^AmWhy do you sit Widow ^DWoman? ^AmWhy do you stare out at ^Dme? ^CIs it a secret you keep in your ^Dheart buried deep Of a ^Amboy on the ^Gbed of the ^Dsea

^AmHow cruel a past,^D to the present ^AmCould God really mean it this ^Dway? ^CFor if He were kind, she'd ^Dempty her mind The ^Amsorrow she ^Gstill feels ^Dtoday

^AmShe sees her love, ^Ddeep on the water ^AmPale faced; unchanged by the ^Dyears ^CFor the boy she loved drowned lies in ^DMarazion sound Last ^AmWidow left ^Gdrowning in ^Dtears

^AmWhy do you sit Widow ^DWoman? ^AmWhy do you stare out at ^Dme? ^CIs it a secret you keep in your ^Dheart buried deep Of a ^Amboy on the ^Gbed of the ^Dsea Of ^Ama boy on th^Ge bed of th^De sea Of ^Ama boy on th^Ge bed of th^De sea