The Waterboys - Song from the end of the world

Here is the ^Gsmell of ^Fseafood ^Gpie ^F A broken ^Ctower on the ^Dm7open ^Gsky ^C A chain of ^Gislands a'^Frolling ^Gwest ^F In sight of the ^Chouse where ^Dm7we are ^Gguests ^C

A rambling old ^Griver^F twists through the ^Gfields ^F Ancient ^Cnames^Dm7 imprinted on ^Gshields ^C Gifts ar^Grive for a ^Fbaby ^Ggirl ^F Born a ^Cqueen at the ^Dm7end of the ^Gworld ^F

Furious ^Cmusic from an ^Dm7open ^Gdoor ^C The sound of ^Gfeet beating ^Fon a stone ^Gfloor ^F Always the ^Cwind, but ^Dm7always the ^Gform Of an ^CElder ^Ggod, ^Fhooved and ^Ghorned ^C

The head of the ^Gmountain,^F lost in a ^Gcloud ^F A country ^Cwoman, ^Dm7soft and ^Gproud ^C Into the ^Gbay the ^Fhorses ^Gswirl For we ^Fcome to the ^Csea at the ^Dm7end of the ^Gworld