McGinty - The ballad of st annes reel

He was^G stranded in some tiny town on^C fair Prince Edward^G Isle, ^Gwaiting for a ship to come and find ^Dhim ^CA one-horse place, a ^Dfriendly face, some ^Gcoffee and a tiny ^Ctrace ^Gof fiddling in the ^Ddistance far behind ^Ghim.

A ^Gdime across the counter, then, a ^Cshy hello, a ^Gbrand new friend. ^GA walk along the street in the wintry ^Dweather. ^CA yellow light, an ^Dopen door, a ^Gwelcome friend, ^Cthere's room for more, ^GAnd then they're standing ^Dthere inside ^Gtogether.

^GHe said I've heard that tune before somewhere, but I ^Fcan't remember ^Cwhen. ^GWas it on some other friendly shore or did I ^Fhear it on the ^Amwind? ^CWas it written on the sky above? I think I ^Amheard it from some^Cone I love, ^Gbut I never heard it ^Dsound so sweet since ^Gthen

^GNow his feet begin to tap, a ^Cyoung boy says I'll ^Gtake your hat. ^GHe's caught up in the magic of her ^Dsmile. ^CAnd leap, the ^Dheart inside him ^Gwent, and off across the ^Cfloor he sent ^Ghis clumsy body ^Dgraceful as a ^Gchild.

^GHe said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's ^Fmagic in this ^Ctown. ^GThere's magic in the dancers' feet and the ^Fway they put them ^Amdown. ^CPeople smiling everywhere, ^Amboots and ribbons, ^Clocks of hair, ^Gand laughter and old ^Dblue suits and Easter ^Ggowns.

^GNow the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the ^Fold piano's ^Csitting there, ^Gsomeone's hat's left hanging on the ^Drack. ^CAnd empty chairs, ^Dthe wooden floor that ^Gfeels the touch of ^Cshoes no more, ^Gawaiting for the ^Ddancers to come ^Gback.

^GAnd the fiddle's in the closet of some ^Fdaughter of the ^Ctown. ^GThe strings are broke and the bow is gone and the ^Fcover's buttoned ^Amdown. ^CBut sometimes on December nights, when the ^Amair is cold and the ^Cwind is right, There's a ^Gmelody that ^Dpasses through this ^Gtown.