Jack Bruce - Wind and the sea

I ^Gbfound a ^Dbplace where ^Eall seasons ^Ebmmeet The ^Abmearth and the ^Gbsky are ^Bone with the ^Dbsea ^GbOn a ^Dbhill looking ^Edown to the ^Ebmsea Gives v^Abmisions of ^Gblife as it ^Btruly should ^Dbbe

The ^Eair is so ^Bclean that the ^Ebsun can shine ^Bbbrightly My ^Eface is ca^Bressed by the ^Ebbreeze It's the ^Etime of the ^Bday when I ^Ebfind it most ^Bblikely To go ^Edown and ^Bbe by the ^Dbsea

The ^Gbthoughts I ^Dbfeel d^Eown by the ^Ebsea ^AbmYour facing the ^Gbwind as you ^Bstand next to ^Dbme My ^Gbmind's a^Dbdrift between the ^Ewind and the ^Ebmsea In^Abmvisioning ^Gbthoughts of ^Bpure ecsta^Dbcy

With ^Eyou here with ^Bme, taking ^Ebwalks cross the ^Bbpastures For a ^Every short ^Btime, yes I^Eb know Yet I ^Efind when we ^Bwalk, and our ^Ebminds come to^Bbgether It'^Es as if we were n^Bever al^Dbone

To ^Gbbe at ^Dbpeace in a ^Eplace such as ^Ebmthis The ^Abmwind and the ^Gbsea plays a ^Blarge part of ^Dbme To ^Gbbe with ^Dbyou, near the ^Ewind and the ^Ebsea Abm Gb B Db (Gb) Concludes my thoughts in completely pure harmony