Gordon Bok - Song for the bowdoin

You sailed the cold waters of the ^Amgreat Northern Bays ^D7 Ice in your rigging and your ^Grail in the waves And the snow on your canvas like a ^Amwinter-gull's wing ^D7Lord, the times you've been ^Gthrough

But ^Emnow you've got hard times and ^Bmnow you lie still And you're ^Cfast to the ^G/Banchor and ^Amchain ^EmBroken and tired and the ^Amwinds pass you by You're ^D7bound to go sailing a^Ggain ^{Am D D7 G}

They sailed out of Boothbay on a ^Amsoft Southern swell The ^D7wind on your quarter and your ^Gbow rose and fell So many remember so much ^Ammore than they'll tell Of the ^D7hardest of times you've been ^Gthrough

^EmGreenland and Baffin and the ^Bmwhite Labrador In the ^Cwind and the ^G/Bterrible ^Amsnows When they ^Emcarried their ice-picks just to ^Ambring you about In the ^D7light from the lanterns ^Gbelow

Oh, and ^Emnow you've got hard times and ^Bmnow you lie still And you're ^Cfast to the ^G/Banchor and ^Amchain ^EmBroken and tired and the ^Amwinds pass you by You're ^D7bound to go sailing a^Ggain

So rest, lady, rest from the ^Amfog and the gales Let the ^D7harbour protect you and the ^Gwind dry your sails And a hundred old sailors tell their ^Amfoggiest tales Of the ^D7hardest of times you've been ^Gthrough

And we'll ^Emsee your masts mingle with ^Bmspruces and pines And we'll ^Cbow as we ^G/Ball pass you ^Amby For a ^Emboat is more patient than a ^Amsailor can be With the ^D7sun and the wind in his ^Geye ^{Am D D7 G}

Oh, ^Emnow you've got hard times and ^Bmnow you lie still And you're ^Cfast to the ^G/Banchor and ^Amchain ^EmBroken and tired, summer ^Amwinds pass you by You're ^D7bound to go sailing a^Ggain ^Am You're ^D7bound to go sailing a^Ggain ^{C G}