Gordon Bok - Ocean station bravo

Ocean Station Bravo, ^DmNorth Atlantic Ocean Somewhere south of ^AmGreenland, somewhere far from ^Dhome ^Am Nothing on the radar, ^Dmnothing on the sonar Hove to and ^Amdrifting on this ^Docean all a^Amlone

She was the CGC Sebago, ^DmOcean Station Vessel High Endurance ^AmCutter, Number 4^D2 ^Am Studying the weather, ^Dmaids to navigation Plotting ships and ^Amaircraft as ^Dthey come sailing ^Amthrough

Just a speck upon the ocean, ^Dmcentre of a circle Nothing but ho^Amrizon, wind and sea and ^Dsky ^AmThis whole world in motion, ^Dmblowing from the Northwest Not a hint of ^Amsunshine, just the ^Dgrey waves rolling ^Amby

Lookout calls the bridge-watch: "^DmObjects in the water Moving Surface ^AmContact, off the starboard ^Dbow" ^Am Plot 'em on the radar, ^Dmfire up the sonar Listen for the ^Amechoes, Oh, ^Gcan't you hear them ^Amnow?

And there's echoes in the headphones, ^Dmwhale-sound from the speakers Filling all the ^Amspaces inside C.I.^GC. ^AmSongs of love and travel, ^Dmsongs of generations Echoes of the ^Amages in ce^Gtacean harmo^Amny

But ^Cme, I ^G/Bhad to ^Amanswer,^G I ^Fsang, I ^Emtalked, I ^Dmwhistled Even played the mouth-^Amharp through the micro^Gphone ^EmThey returned the ^Amfavour^G with ^Fchirps and ^Emclicks and ^Dmwhistles Songs of cele^Ambration not so ^Gdifferent from our ^Amown ^{Dm7 Am}

And when the watch was over, ^Dmout onto the bridge wing You can see those sounding ^Amsingers as they breach and sport and ^Gplay ^Am Just a pod of humpbacks, ^Dmfarewell flukes a-waving But a memory worth ^Amsaving as we travelled on our ^Emway^E7 For we'd had a conver^Amsation with Le^Gviathan that ^Amday

Ocean Station Bravo, ^DmNorth Atlantic Ocean Somewhere south of ^AmGreenland, somewhere far from ^Dhome ^Am Nothing on the radar, ^Dmnothing on the sonar Hove to and ^Amdrifting