B 7-9-9-8-7-7
E 7-7-9-9-7-7
Cm x-4-6-6-5-4
B
We sailed away on a winter's day
E
with fate as malleable as clay;
B
but ships are fallible, I say,
E
and the nautical, like all things, fades
B
And I can recall our caravel:
E
a little wicker beetle shell
B
with four fine maste and lateen sails,
E
its bearings on Cair Paravel
Cm E
O-- my--- love,
B
O it was a funny little thing
Cm E B
to be the ones to've seen.
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