Goddess in chains

I wrote this song about a boat or a woman, or a woman in a boat, or a boat that reminds me of a woman, or a woman that reminds me of a boat...

Key of D

D1 = X00330 on guitar = DAugSus4 I think:-)

[D1] [D] [D1] [D]

[D]Sunsh[A]ine on your [Em]face,

A [D]cool breeze [A]whispers through the [Em]air,

[D]Morning birds and [A]boats at the [Em]docks,

Are [D]all that the [A]others see [Em]there.

Chorus:

But [C]I see the Goddess in her [D]chains,

I see the [C]power that in her eyes re[D]mains,

And I [C]wonder if I will ever find a [D]way,

To [C]set her free from [Am]here, some [D]day?

[D1] [D] [D1] [D]

[D]Gull feathers [A]ripple to the [Em]pier,

A [D]rainbow coloured [A]oil slick floats [Em]by,

[D]Fishing hooks [A]embedded in the [Em]rocks,

An [D]old abandoned [A]lobster pot won't [Em]die.

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[D1] [D] [D1] [D]

[D]Crab claw [A]yields into the [Em]sand,

[D] Eau de Seaweed [A]rising to a [Em]cloud,

[D]A flowing tide [A]laps against the [Em]keel,

The [D]wind asks the [A]mainsail to be [Em]proud.

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[D1] [D] [D1] [D]

Time to go?

I wrote this song about a marriage breakup. A dawning realization that it is over...felt simultaneously by both parties.

Key D Mixo

[D]Sometimes we get through the [C]morning,

[D]Sometimes we get through the [C]night,

[D]Sometimes from sundown to [C]sundown,

[Am]Everything is all [D]right.

[D]Then something infuses the [C]air,

And [D]both of us know it is [C]there,

[D]And all that was good is now [C]bad,

[Am]This is the life we have [D]had.

Chorus:

And I [C]can't help but [G]wonder,

Is it [C]you or is it [Am]me?

That [C]conjures it up, for the other to [D]see?

Maybe [C]satan is real, and he is [G]messing with us?

[C]Maybe its a malevolent [G]universe?

[C]Maybe there is [G]nothing to know?

[C]Maybe its time to [D]go?

[D]Sometimes we fight through the [C]morning,

[D]Sometimes we fight through the [C]night,

[D]Sometimes  from sundown to [C]sundown,

[Am]We fight and fight and we [D]fight.

[D]Then something infuses the [C]air,

And [D]both of us know it is [C]there,

And [D]all that was bad is now [C]sad,

[Am]This is the life we have [D]had.

Chorus:

And I [C]can't help but [G]wonder,

Is it [C]you or is it [Am]me?

That [C]conjures it up, for the other to [D]see?

Maybe [C]satan is real, and he is [G]messing with us?

[C]Maybe its a malevolent [G]universe?

[C]Maybe there is [G]nothing to know?

[C]Maybe its time to [D]go?

Maybe [C]satan is real, and he is [G]messing with us?

[C]Maybe its a malevolent [G]universe?

[C]Maybe there is [G]nothing to know?

[C]Maybe its time to [D]go?

[D]

Tea for Two

I wrote this song about a widower looking back on a long and happy marriage.

Key of G

[G]I find [Bm]myself making [C]tea for [G]two,
I find [Bm]myself making [C]room for [G]you,
I find [Bm]myself with your [C]cup in my [D]hands,
I find [Bm]myself in the [C]saddest of [G]lands.

When I think [Bm]back to the [C]times that we [G]had,
There is a mountain of [Bm]happy and a [C]molehill of [G]sad,
Better to have loved and then [Bm]lost, than [C]never loved at [D]all,
A dead [G]poet once [Bm]said, [C] if I recall[G].

We had many good [Bm]years, [C]many more than [G]most,
Sometimes winning by [Bm]miles, sometimes [C]first past the [G]post,
For that I am truly [Bm]grateful, to the [C]heavens [D]above,
Which are [G]now making [Bm]room for the [C]one that I [G]love.

As the years go [Bm]by the [C]pain will get [G]less,
Framed photographs of [Bm]you, I will [C]hold to my [G]chest,
And the day it will [Bm]come, when by [C]body-soul [D]disbands,
And I will make [G]tea for [Bm]you, in the [C]happiest of [G]lands.

[G]I will find [Bm]myself making [C]tea for [G]two,
I will find [Bm]myself making [C]room for [G]you,
I will find [Bm]myself with your [C]cup in my [D]hands,
I will find [Bm]myself in the [C]happiest of [G]lands.

I will find [Bm]myself with your [C]cup in my [D]hands,
I will find [Bm]myself in the [C]happiest of [G]lands.

House of Wood and Stone

I wrote this song about a wrongful conviction that resulted in a man spending 15 years behind bars for a crime he did not commit. The story is told from the perspective of his wife.

I will post the song to seanmcgrath.bandcamp.com soon...

Key of Am

[Am]Of all the days that [G]you were gone,

The [F]hardest ones to [E7]bear,

Where the [Am]days I'd sit here [G]on the porch,

[F]Look out on the street, and [E7]stare,

At the [Am]passers-by that where [G]holding hands,

As I'd [F]sit here all [E7]alone,

In the [Am]house you built for the [G]two of us,

A [F]house of wood and [E7]stone.

Chorus:

On the [C]day I heard you were getting out,

My [G]whole body quaked, and I heard myself shout,

As I [Am]counted down the time [G]to the day,

That [F]you'd be coming [E7]home to [Am]stay.

[Am]Of all the days that [G]you were gone,

The [F]hardest was the [E7]first,

[Am]“twenty years”, the [G]judge intoned,

And [F]all your friends there [E7]cursed.

We [Am]lurched from appeal to [G]governor plea,

But [F]nothing we tried worked a [E7]damn,

'Til the [Am]day the guilty [G]turned themselves in,

And the [F]papers towards you [E7]ran.

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[Am]Fifteen years of our [G]lives have gone,

And we [F]cannot get them [E7]back,

The [Am]media will hang around [G]for a while,

There will be [F]light where there was [E7]black.

But [Am]that won't last and the [G]day will come,

When we are [F]sitting here all [E7]alone,

In the [Am]house you built for the [G]two of us,

A [F]house of wood and [E7]stone.

(Chorus)

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