Gordon Bok - Southern cross

There's a light in the ^Emdistant ^Cdarkness to^Bmnight ^CSoon we'll be ^Emthere, to^Ammorrow I ^Dswear May the ^Glight in your ^Emheart and your ^Ceyes be as ^Bmbright ^GThis is my ^Amsilent ^Cprayer ^G

So rest, baby rest, by the ^Cshining be ^Bmblest ^EmNever in ^Bmshadows ^Clost This ^Emlone holy ^Bmcandle is ^Cguiding us ^Bmon ^GUnder the ^CSouthern ^GCross ^{C G}

There were birds in the ^Emtwilight, ^Cwheeling on ^Bmhigh ^CLike Noah's ^Emsign, their ^Amfreedom was ^Dmine And al^Gthough they were ^Emwandering ^Cin a strange ^Bmsky ^GTheirs was the ^Amfar shore^Cline ^G

So hush, baby, hush, in the ^Cwing sounding ^Bmrush ^EmNever in ^Bmsunset ^Clost These ^Emcloud-dwelling ^Bmdreamers are ^Cguiding us ^Bmon ^GUnder the ^CSouthern ^GCross

^Em[Ver^Bmse] ^{C Bm G C G} And this ship has seen ^Emglory, ^Cheartache and ^Bmmirth ^CSunlight and ^Emhail, through ^Amdoldrums and ^Dgale Though she's ^Gten thousand ^Emmiles from the ^Cland of her ^Bmbirth ^GOn through this ^Amnight we ^Csail ^G

So sleep, baby, sleep, by the ^Cwind and the ^Bmdeep ^EmNever a^Bmgain be ^Ctossed This ^Emproud weary ^Bmtraveller's ^Ctaking us ^Bmhome ^GUnder the ^CSouthern ^GCross ^{Em Bm C Bm G}Under the ^CSouthern ^GCross