| Am | G | |
| Dear wind that shakes the barley | free, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| Blow home my true love's ship to | me, | fill her | sails. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| Forsake her not in times of | storm, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| protect her oaken beams from | harm, | fill her | sails. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| Whether he be in Afri | ca |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| Or deep asleep in Indi | a, | fill his | dreams, |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| Dear snow white gulls upon the | wing, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| I, like you, are lament | ing, | for my | love. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| And in my chariot of | sleep, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| I ride the vast and dreamy | deep, | deep | sea. |
| Am | G | |
| I awake a-weary on the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| For seven years and seven d | ays, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| no man has seen my woman's | ways, | dear | God. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary cry upon the shor | e. |
| Am | G | |
| Along the shingle beach I | go, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| the wind about me as I | make | my w | ay, |
| Am | G | |
| to my weary dream upon my | bed. |
| Am | G | |
| Dear wind that shakes the barley | free, |
| Am | G | G/F# | Em | |
| Blow home my true love's ship to | me, | fill her | sails. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
| Am | G | |
| I a-weary wait upon the | shore. |
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