Ron Hynes - St johns waltz

^GOh, the harbour ^Dlights are ^Ggleamin', And the ^Cevening's still and ^Gdark; And the ^Gseagulls ^Dare all ^Emdreaming, Seagull ^A7dreams on Amherst ^DRock. And the ^Gmist is ^Dslowly ^Gdrifting, As the ^Cshorefront lights go ^Emdim; And the ^Gmoon is ^Dgently ^Emliftin', As the ^A7last ship's - the last ship's - comin' ^Din. All the ^Csailors got a story, ^D Some are ^Emtrue, ^Dsome are f^Calse; ^G But they're ^Amalways ^Dwrecked and they're ^B7up on the ^Edeck, And ^A7dancin' the ^DSt. John's ^GWaltz.

And we've ^Ghad our ^Dshare of ^Ghistory, We've seen ^Cnations come and ^Ggo; We've seen ^Gbattles ^Drage over ^Emland and stage, Two ^A7hundred years and ^Dmore. For ^Gglory ^Dor for ^Gfreedom, Or for ^Ccountry or for ^EmKing; Or for ^Gmoney or ^Dfame, but there ^Emare no names, On the ^A7graves where men lie ^Dsleeping. All the ^Cnine-to-fives survive the ^Dday, With a ^Emsigh and a ^Ddose of ^Csalts; ^G They're ^Amparkin' their ^Dcars and ^B7packin' the ^Ebars, ^A7Dancin' the ^DSt. John's W^Galtz.

Oh, my ^Gheart is ^Don the ^Ghighway, And I'm ^Csold on goin' to ^Gsea; All the ^Gplanes ^Dfill the ^Emskyway, All the ^A7trains run swift and ^Dfree. So leave the ^Gwayward ^Dfree to ^Gwander, Leave the ^Crestless free to ^Emroam; If there's ^Grocks in the ^Dbay, if it's ^Emold cliché, You'll ^A7find your way back ^Dhome. But don't ^Cquestion or inquire,^D What's been ^Emgained, ^Dwhat's been ^Clost; ^G In a ^Amworld of ^Dromance don't miss ^B7out on the ^Echance, To be ^A7dancin' the S^Dt. John's ^GWaltz.