The stars are ^Dshining ^Acheerily, cheerily ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame The ^Dseabird is crying ^Awearily, wearily ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame

^DCold are the storm winds that ^Eruffle his ^Abreast Yet ^Ewarm are the ^Ddowny plumes ^Alining his ^Enest Cold blows the ^Dstorm there, ^Asoft falls the ^Bmsnow there ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame ^D ^E

The ^Dwaves are driving ^Awearily, wearily ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame The ^Dseabird is crying ^Awearily, wearily ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame

^DHushed be thy moaning, lone ^Ebird of the ^Asea Thy ^Ehome on the ^Drock is a ^Ashelter to ^Ethee Thy home is the ^Dangry wave, ^Amine but the ^Bmlonely grave ^F#mHo-ro ^AMhai-ri-dhu, ^Eturn ye to ^Ame

Gordon Bok - Turn ye to me