Misc Your Songs - Mark munroe - the blizzard of 1910

^AmRueben Munroe was man of man who ^Elived to farm the S^Amea ^AmHe could bring home fruit from th^Fe North Atlantic or the sh^Gores of the Marami^AMchi ^AmHe raised a son named Austin to be st^Erong and free like h^AMim ^AmHe learned to sing that ^Fsame sweet song out to se^Ga and back ^Amagain

^AmThey say hardship was nere a secret ^Eto the clan Munro^Ame ^Amnor to those hardy whitehead men ^Fwho off to Sea they^G d go ^{Am Am}They'd be in the Atlantic swells bef^Eore Whitehead's morning ^Amsun ^AmThey were hard as the times they ^Flived in as they pra^Gyed for fish to r^Amun

^AmThe January sky it told no lies, it s^Epoke of things to com^Ame ^AmThems the Hzzazrds for a W^Fhitehead man, who sees the ^Gwork gets d^Amone ^AmThe Sea demanded full attention as they wo^Erked off land tha^Amt day ^AmNo time to think their li^Fves were full if the ^Gstorm would have it's w^Amay

^AmThe storm kicked up with fury, to^Eo much for sail and or^Amr ^AmThese whitehead men in their Icey^F beards could tame th^Geir mother^Am whore ^AmMany boats would find their way to l^Eand some days aw^Amay ^AmIt took a while for al^Flto know if a^Gny survived he d^Amay ^AmWhen the talley was confirmed, the^E town found grief not^Am joy ^AmFor the Blizzard of 19^F10 had taken ^GReuben and his bo^Amy

^AmRueben Munroe was man of man who ^Elived to farm the S^Amea ^AmHe could bring home fruit from the N^Forth Atlantic or the shor^Ges of the Mara^AMmichi ^AmHe raised a son named Austin to b^Ee strong and free l^AMike him ^AmHe learned to sing that s^Fame sweet song out to se^Ga and back a^Amgain

^AmFor years to come the tales would grow in ^Esongs and poems al^Amike ^AmOf those whitehead men who road th^Fe storm out three ^Gdays &^Am nights ^AmAnd now today by the Sea when the ^Enight air brings a chil^Aml ^AmA creaking stair or s^Fhutter ^Greminds us of them sti^Amll

^Amnow Rueben and Austin live on by Ma^Eritime firesid^Ames ^AmWhere Moms and Dads t^Fell their children all abo^Gut their sad demi^Amse ^Amand if its true they come back in storms, i^Ef only for a v^Amisit ^AmI hope it serves to ease th^Feir pain as ^Gsurely as liv^Amed it

^AmWhat more can a man hope for than be re^Emembered in a so^Amng ^Amsinging about the work^F he did and the p^Glace where he ^Ambelonged ^AmSo Rueben and Austin, they lie in^E a watery gra^Amve ^AmBut one hundred years later we tell ther^Fe story and still speak the^Gir name^Ams