Gordon Bok - Boat of silver

There's many ships tarry in the har^Ebour Many roads ^Dwind a^Across the ^Ehill And many ^Aroses ^Emgrow on the ^Darbour ^{Dm A}Many's the girl ^Ewaits for me there ^Astill

For swiftly come all the tides re^Eturning Swiftly go ^Dthen and ^Awill not ^Estay There is no ^Aboatman ^Emcan net the ^Dmorning ^{Dm A}There is no boat^Eman can net the ^Aday ^E

The fish run ^Adeep, oh, they run so ^Edeeply I cannot ^Dfind them ^Ain the ^Eseas The lonely road ^Awinds the ^Emhill so ^Dsteeply ^Dm I'll lie me ^Adown ^Ethere and take my ^Aease

For swiftly come all the tides re^Eturning Swiftly go ^Dthen and ^Awill not ^Estay There is no ^Aboatman ^Emcan net the ^Dmorning ^{Dm A}There is no boat^Eman can net the ^Aday ^E

The rose that ^Ablooms blows its petals o^Ever And the thorns ^Dlie a^Along the ^Ebough The girls have ^Agone now ^Emto a different ^Dlover ^Dm They will not ^Alinger^E beside me ^Anow

For swiftly come all the tides re^Eturning Swiftly go ^Dthen and ^Awill not ^Estay There is no ^Aboatman ^Emcan net the ^Dmorning ^{Dm A}There is no boat^Eman can net the ^Aday ^E

I will ^Abuild me a boat of ^Esilver Steer it with ^Da ^Agolden ^Eoar And I will ^Arow out ^Emof this sad ^Dharbour ^Dm And never ^Asail ^Eback to this dark ^Ashore

For swiftly come all the tides re^Eturning Swiftly go ^Dthen and ^Awill not ^Estay There is no ^Aboatman ^Emcan net the ^Dmorning ^{Dm A}There is no boat^Eman can net the ^Aday There is no boatman ^Emcan net the ^Dmorning ^{Dm A}There is no boat^Eman can net the ^Aday