Gordon Bok - Sarabandes story

The ^Cstorm when it came shook me ^Fclear to my ^Gkeel I ^Amlost all direction and ^Gtime I had ^Cno horizon, ran ^Fbattered and ^Gblind And the ^Amwhole of the world, was the ^Cgreat wave be^Ghind And the ^Fwaves crashing on me, to ^Gclimb

And ^Amoh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide Come a ^Fwind and come weather there's ^Cnowhere to ^Ghide And the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}

I carried my friends as a ^Ffriend will her ^Gown The ^Amthree of us under a ^Ggale I held ^Con with the strength of ^Firon and ^Gwood And ^Amlittle and the human, they ^Cdid what they ^Gcould With the ^Ftiller and shortened ^Gsail

And ^Amoh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide You ^Fpray that your own ones will ^Cweather the ^Gride And the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}

By crest and by hollow, by ^Fdark and by ^Gday By ^Ambuffet and blow we were ^Ghurled Three ^Cdays we drove on under ^Fstays'l a^Glone Till the ^Amstorm left us still and a^Clone in the ^Gdawn And bright ^Fcalm to the edge of the ^Gworld

And ^Amoh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide Come ^Fcalm or come storm, you're a^Clone in the ^Gtide And the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}

Then the little fish came down the ^Fbright, breathing ^Gsea From ^Amworld's edge to world's edge they ^Gran They ^Cdivided behind me and ^Fjoined at my ^Gbow And ^AmI on a silver thread, ^Crudder to ^Gprow And the ^Fwhole of the ocean its ^Gspan

And ^Amoh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide And the ^Fweb of the world's in the ^Csea by your ^Gside And the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}

With a little ghost wind, then the ^Fbigger fish ^Gcame Blue and ^Amlovely, they danced in the ^Gfoam Ah, we ^Ctravelled, companions, ^Fall down the ^Gday Then ^Amas the breeze quickened, we were ^Coff on our ^Gway And I ^Fheeled in the good wind for ^Ghome

And ^Amoh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide And the ^Fweb of the world's in the ^Csea by your ^Gside And the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}

^AmOh, the ^Gocean is ^Amwide Rise ^Fwell, swim easy, wher^Cever you ^Gbide For the ^Focean is ^Cwide^{F C}