<i></i>Curse Of The Traveller- Chris Rea Such a moody masterpiece... Am Dm Am Dm. .. Old Freedom twists and turns Dm Am And chokes on codes of Honor, on the Sword of No Return be Am D Am D. .. And in sleepless nights, you'll call her name And feel loneliness, cold to the bone And when the daylight breaks, this old tired heart aches To be such a long way, such a long way from home And you long for the harbor lights, but you'll never be free Of the craving for refuge and (azchords.com)
