Gordon Bok - Mckeons coming

Now when the wind is ^Fbright with the ^Cspring and the snow has gone a^Bbway The ^Cdays grow long and the ^Ftime has ^Ccome to ^Fhoist my sail and ^Ggo And I'll ^Chear no more your dungeon door, nor ^Feat your bitter ^Gbeans ^CSurely it's a long and a hungry road 'til Mc^BbKeon's ^Ghome a^Cgain ^{F C}

I'll go down by the ^FNaskeag ^CSound where the tide runs fast and ^Bbstrong The ^Cwater's deep and the ^Fhills are ^Csteep and the ^Fnights are cold and ^Glong And ^Cthrough the rocks of Jericho, I'll ^Fwind my weary ^Gway And ^Croll her off for Sable, aye, and the ^Bbgrey seals of ^GFun^Cdy ^{F C}

For the wind is fair and the ^Ftide's at the ^Cspring and the time has come to ^Bbgo ^CHoist my sail on a ^FNorthern ^Cwind and ^FI'll be on my ^Gway Ah, but ^Cthere's no one can go with me and there's ^Fno one by my ^Gside ^CSurely it's a long and a lonely road for the ^BbStraits of ^GCan^Cso ^{F C}

Oh, the wind is fair and the ^Ftide's at the ^Cspring and the time has come to ^Bbgo ^CHoist my sail on a ^FNorthern ^Cwind and ^FI'll be on my ^Gway And I'll ^Chear no more your dungeon door, nor ^Feat your bitter ^Gbeans ^CSurely it's a long and a hungry road 'til Mc^BbKeon's ^Ghome a^Cgain ^{F C}