Gordon Downie - Moon over glenora

^GWell Id rather dress a wo^Flf, you said. ^GWell Id rather floss his te^Feth, I said.

^GWe fought til the ferry was ^Ffull and that wolf was ^Fdead. ^{F G}Ships ahoy and were out ^Fof the car,

^Gunder howling winds and ^Fskies of lead, ^Gwe might as well have been crossing the ^Focean except this ocean is ^Fdead. ^F

^GTheres a smudge of moon ov^Fer Glenora, ^Gferry spotlights on the i^Fce ahead,

^Gand over your shoulder and through the s^Fnowflakes theres an a^Floneness. ^{F F}Aloneness. ^F

^FAloneness ^{F F}as dead, ^Fas dead as that ocean is de^Fad.

^FAnd that ocean is ^Fdea^Fd.

^GBack under the glow of the inter^Fior light, ^Gblowing hard into my ^Fhands I said,

^GLets leave this boat to the snowfl^Fakes to the ^Faloneness. ^{F F}Aloneness. ^F

^FAloneness ^{F F}as dead, ^Fas dead as that ocean is de^Fad. ^FAnd that ocean is ^Fdea^Fd.