Nickel Creek - The lighthouses tale

I am a ^Emlighthouse, w^Gorn by the weather and the ^Dwaves. I keep my^Em lamp lit, to ^Gwarn the sailors on their ^Dway. I'll tell a^Em story, ^Gpaint you a picture from my ^Dpast. I was s^Emo happy, but ^Gjoy in this life seldom ^Dlasts. I had a ^Emkeeper, he ^Ghelped me warn the ships at ^Dsea. We had gro^Emwn closer, 'til^Gl his joy meant everything to ^Dme. And he was ^Emto marry, a ^Ggirl who shone with beauty and ^Dlight. And they love^Emd each other, and ^Gwith me watched the sunsets into ^Dnight.

And the ^Cwaves crashing around ^Bmme, the s^Bband slips out^C to s^Dea. And the ^Cwinds that blow remind ^Bmme, of what has b^Emeen, ^{F#m G} and^A what can^D never be.

She'd had to ^Emleave us, my ^Gkeeper he prayed for a safe ^Dreturn. But when the ^Emnight came, the ^Gweather to a raging storm had ^Dturned. ^C He watched ^Emher ship fight, but i^Gn vain against the wild and terrible ^Dwave. In me so h^Emelpless, as d^Gashed against the rock she met her ^Dend.

Then on the^Em next day, my k^Geeper found her washed up on the S^DHORE. He kissed he^Emr cold face, that^G they'd be together soon he'd ^Dswore. I saw him ^Emcrying, wa^Gtched as he buried her in the ^Dsand. And then h^Eme climbed my tower, and ^Goff of the edge of me he ^Dran.

I am a ^Emlighthouse, ^Gworn by the weather and the w^Daves. And though I a^Emm empty, I still^G warn the sailors on their ^Dway.