Show of Hands - Seven days

It's the ^DNorth Devon winters that ^Gdrive us all to ^Asea To the ^Bmcold banks ^Gsearching for the ^Dshoals I am a ^Dweek away from harbour and the ^Gnets are drifting ^Afree Still ^Bmempty and there's ^Gnothing in our ^Dhold

So we ^Aturn to the north for the ^Dlast time It's ^Gone more haul and then we'll head for ^Ahome ^DFour hours up on deck then ^Gfour hours down ^Abelow Thinking ^Bmof you ^Gwaking all a^Dlone

^DSeven days and seven ^Ghours have passed Since we ^Dsaid goodbye Beside the old sea ^Gwall And every ^Dsunrise, every sunset I ^Gdream of you Over the orange ^Docean And I ^Gpray And as I ^Await I ^Gremember ^AYour gentle ^Gtouch and your ^Dface And I ^Gmiss you And I ^Dlove you

^DWhere are you love are you ^Gout there in the ^Anight? Think ^Bmof me the ^Gwaiting fire still ^Dburns ^DWhere are you love it's the ^Gearly morning ^Alight That ^Bmwakes me oh ^Gwhen will you ^Dreturn?

I am ^Adeep in the heart of a ^Dstorm rolling sea A^G hundred miles from safety on the ^Ashore But ^Dlost in your arms ^Gthat's where I should ^Abe ^BmRescue me and ^GI'll sail no ^Dmore

^DWhere are you love are you ^Gout there in the ^Anight? Think ^Bmof me the ^Gwaiting fire still ^Dburns ^DWhere are you love it's the ^Gearly morning ^Alight That ^Bmtakes me On a ^Grising tide And ^Bmbreaks me By the ^Gwaterside Then ^Dwakes me As the ^Awaves collide ^GWhen will you re^Dturn