Strawbs - I turned my face into the wind

I ^Bmwandered far onto the ^Amlonely moors ^BmSparse coarse tufts of grass reached out to ^Amtrip me And a^Cbove my head the leaden clouds hung ^Dlow As I turned my face into the ^Emwind

I ^Bmhuddled close against a ^Amtumbling wall ^BmWrapped in a cloak, to shield me from the ^Ambitter cold The ^Csolitude weighed heavy on my ^Dmind As I turned my face into the ^Emwind

The ^Ammist rolled down across the ^Emcountryside I ^Amthought I heard the coastal ^Emsirens sound As I ^Dturned my face into the ^Emwind

I ^Bmtried to peer into the d^Ameepening gloom To ^Bmglimpse a lighted window in the ^Amdistance But ^Cjust too far to penetrate the ^Drain And I turned my face into the ^Emwind

And ^Bmyet somehow I sensed her p^Amresence near And ^Bmtufts of sheep's-wool hanging from a ^Amgorse bush Were as ^Cthough her hands were beckoning me ^Dhome And I turned my face into the ^Emwind