Gordon Downie - Moon over glenora

^DWell Id rather dress a wo^Clf, you said. ^DWell Id rather floss his te^Ceth, I said. ^DWe fought til the ferry was ^Cfull and that wolf was ^Gdead. ^{C D}Ships ahoy and were out ^Cof the car, ^Dunder howling winds and ^Cskies of lead, ^Dwe might as well have been crossing the ^Cocean except this ocean is ^Gdead. ^C Interlude G C

^DTheres a smudge of moon ov^Cer Glenora, ^Dferry spotlights on the i^Cce ahead, ^Dand over your shoulder and through the s^Cnowflakes theres an a^Gloneness. ^{C G}Aloneness. ^{C G}Aloneness ^{C C}as dead, ^Cas dead as that ocean is de^Gad.

^GAnd that ocean is ^Cdea^Gd. ^DBack under the glow of the inter^Cior light, ^Dblowing hard into my ^Chands I said, ^DLets leave this boat to the snowfl^Cakes to the ^Galoneness. ^{C G}Aloneness. ^{C G}Aloneness ^{C C}as dead, ^Cas dead as that ocean is de^Gad. ^GAnd that ocean is ^Cdea^Gd.