Ron Hynes - Stjohns waltz

Oh, the ^Charbour ^C6lights are ^Cgleamin', And the ^Fevening's still and ^Cdark; And the ^Emseagulls are all ^Am7dreaming, Seagull ^Ddreams on Amherst ^GRock. And the ^Cmist is ^G7slowly ^Cdrifting, As the ^Fshorefront lights go ^Amdim; And the ^Cmoon is ^Emgently^Am7 liftin', As the ^Dlast ship's - the last ship's - ^Gcomin' in. All the ^Fsailors got a ^Gstory, Some are ^Am7true, ^Csome are ^Ffalse; ^Am7 But they're ^Dalways ^Gwrecked and they're ^Eup on the ^A7deck,

^Ddancin' the ^GSt John's ^CWaltz. And we've ^Chad our ^C6share of ^Chistory, We've seen ^Fnations come and ^Cgo; We've seen ^Embattles rage over ^Am7land and stage, Two ^Dhundred years and ^Gmore. For ^Cglory ^G7or for ^Cfreedom, Or for ^Fcountry or for ^AmKing; Or for ^Cmoney or ^Emfame, but there ^Am7are no names, On the ^Dgraves where men lie ^Gsleeping. All the ^Fnine-to-fives ^Gsurvive the day, With a ^Am7sigh a^Cnd a dose of ^Fsalts^Am7; They're ^Dparkin' their ^Gcars and ^Epackin' the ^A7bars, ^DDancin' the St John'^Gs Waltz. ^C

Oh, my ^Cheart is ^C6on the ^Chighway, And I'm ^Fsold on goin' to ^Csea; All the ^Emplanes fill the ^Am7skyway, All the ^Dtrains run swift and ^Gfree. So leave the ^Cwayward ^G7free to ^Cwander, Leave the ^Frestless free to ^Amroam; If there's ^Crocks in the ^Embay, if it's ^Am7old cliché, You'll ^Dfind your way back ^Ghome. But don't ^Fquestion or ^Ginquire, What's been ^Am7gained^C, what's been ^Flost; ^Am7 In a ^Dworld of ^Gromance don't miss ^Eout on the ^A7chance, To be ^Ddancin' the ^GSt John's ^CWaltz.