Gordon Bok - Sherrys song

^GHow shall I send my ^Amlove to you in ^Emwinter, with ^Amyou so far a^Dway? ^GBeyond the ^D/F#frowning frozen ^Emlands, ^Cbeyond the ^Amsnarling ^Dsea I will ^Emsend it with the ^Bmsnowy owl, ^Csailing silent ^Bmthrough the midnight ^Amsky ^GAnd when you ^Amhear his ^Choarse and whispered ^Dcry, you will ^Amknow he comes from ^Dme

^GHow shall I send my ^Amlove to you in ^Emspringtime, with ^Amyou so far a^Dway? ^GBeyond the ^D/F#long and ^Emlilting lands, ^Cbeyond the ^Amsighing ^Dsea I will ^Emsend it with the ^Bmmourning dove, ^Csoft and insistent ^Bmin the distant ^Amtrees ^GHearing her ^Amyou will ^Cknow, she brings my ^Dlove to ^Amset your heart at ^Dease

^GHow shall I send my ^Amlove to you in ^Emsummer, with ^Amyou so far a^Dway? ^GBeyond the ^D/F#dry and dusty ^Emlands, ^Cbeyond the ^Amsimmering ^Dsea I will ^Emsend it in the ^BmBobwhite's whistle, ^Cjust as the first light ^Bmof the morning ^Amcomes ^GAnd when you ^Amhear her ^Ccalling you will ^Dknow that ^Amyou are not a^Dlone

^GHow shall I send my ^Amlove to you in ^Emautumn, with ^Amyou so far a^Dway? ^GBeyond the ^D/F#ripe and ^Emrambling lands, ^Cbeyond the ^Amsurging ^Dsea I will ^Emsend it warm in ^Bmwild goose down, ^Cthe way the humming^Bmbird is said to ^Amride ^GAnd when you ^Amhear that ^Cwild and windy ^Dlaughter, it will ^Ambe me by your ^Dside

But ^Ghow shall I send it ^Amin that final ^Emwinter, and ^AmI so far a^Dway? ^GBeyond the ^D/F#sleeping ^Emstarlit lands, ^Cbeyond the ^Amsilent ^Dsea I will ^Emsend it in the ^Bmmorning sunlight, ^Cin the swift storm that ^Bmburnishes the ^Amsky ^GIn the soft b^Amreeze that c^Curls its arms a^Dround you at the ^Amclosing ^Dof the ^Gday