Gordon Bok - The beaches of lukannon

I met my mates in the morning, and ^Coh, but I am ^Gold! Where roaring on the ledges, the ^Csummer ground-swell ^Grolled I ^Cheard them lift the ^Gchorus that ^Cdrowned the breakers' ^Dsong The ^GBeaches of Lukannon, two ^Cmillion ^Dvoices ^Gstrong ^Gm

The song of pleasant ^Dsus2stations, be^Gmside the salt lagoons The song of blowing ^Dsus2squadrons, that shuffled down the ^Gmdunes The song of midnight ^Dsus2dances, that ^Ebchurned the swell to ^D7flame The ^GBeaches of Lukannon, be^Cfore the ^Dsealers ^Gcame!

I met my mates in the morning, I'll ^Cnever meet them ^Gmore! They came and went in legions that ^Cdarkened all the ^Gshore And ^Co'er the foam-flecked ^Goffing as ^Cfar as voice could ^Dreach We ^Ghailed the landing-parties and ^Csang them ^Dup the ^Gbeach ^Gm

The Beaches of Lu^Dsus2kannon, the winter-wheat so ^Gmtall The dripping crinkled ^Dsus2lichens, and the sea-fog drenching ^Gmall! The platforms of our ^Dsus2playground, all ^Ebshining smooth and ^D7worn! The ^Gbeaches of Lukannon, the ^Chome where ^Dwe were ^Gborn! ^{C G}

I met my mates in the morning, a ^Cbroken, scattered ^Gband Men shoot us in the water, they ^Cclub us on the ^Gland Men ^Cdrive us to the ^GSalt House like ^Csilly sheep and ^Dtame And ^Gstill we sing Lukannon, be^Cfore the ^Dsealers ^Gcame ^Gm

Wheel down, wheel down to ^Dsus2South'ard, ^Gmgo Gooverooska, go! And tell the Deep Sea ^Dsus2Viceroys the story of our ^Gmwoe Ere, empty as the ^Dsus2sharks-egg the ^Ebtempest flings a^D7shore The ^GBeaches of Lukannon will ^Cknow their ^Dsons no ^Gmore! ^{C G}