Martina McBride - The rope

In^A Waters c^Aalm I sa^Eiled fr^Dom sh^Aore To^D see what I might s^Eee An^Ad having never sai^Eled ^Dbefo^Are I ^Ddrifted aimle^Essly A warm^D breeze ro^Ecked my boat un^Atil In ^Dslumber I fell^A sound But^A woke to find the li^Eght g^Drown d^Aim And^D dark clouds gath^Eering 'ro^Aund ^{A A} In^A haste I worked at^E turni^Dng ba^Ack But^D now the w^Aind blew wr^Eong And^A when the night came co^Eld a^Dnd bl^Aack My ^Dstrength was alm^Aost go^Ene But w^Eith one last^D small thread of^A hope I ^Dbowed my he^Aad to p^Eray Then ^Athrough the dark I ^Esaw ^Da ro^Ape And ^Dheard a calm v^Eoice s^Aay

Gr^Aab the ro^Ape Ho^Dld it tig^Aht In^A the dist^Aance Sh^Eines a li^Eght Ne^Aither fea^Ar No^Dr feel al^Aone Th^Aere is on^Ae Who'^Ell lea^Dd you h^Aome ^A

I ^Aheard my heart beat ^Eloud a^Dnd fas^At Bu^Dt did as ^AI was t^Eold An^Ad with the rosey da^Ewn a^Dt la^Ast Dr^Dy land I d^Aid beh^Eold I ^Ekissed the sandy^D banks and sw^Aore My^D sailing days^A were thro^Eugh Bu^At should I ever st^Eray fr^Dom sh^Aore I ^Eknow now w^Dhat to d^Ao

G^Arab the r^Aope H^Dold it ti^Aght I^An the dis^Atance S^Ehines a l^Eight N^Aeither fe^Aar N^Dor feel a^Alone T^Ahere is o^Ane Who'^Ell lead^D you h^Aome