Lock-keeper
Stan RogersVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper!
We're laden even deeper that the time before
Oriental oils and tea brought down from Singapore."
As we wait for my lock to cycle
I say, "My wife has just given me a son."
"A son!" you cry, "Is that all that you've done?"
She wears bougainvillea blossoms
You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide,
Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside.
Her sighs catch on your shoulder
Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears
And I say, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?"
"Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross
Rides high upon your shoulder."
"Come with me!" you cry,
"Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older
While your blood grows colder."
But that anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam
And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home.
Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway
While you compensate for leeway through the Trades;
And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made.
And you laugh at hearts you've riven,
But which of these has given us more love or life,
You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife.
Ah your anchor chain's a fetter
And with it you are tethered to the foam,
And I wouldn't trade your whole life for one hour of home.
enjoy!
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Readable chord sheet for Lock-keeper by Stan Rogers
[E]You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper! We're l[C#m]aden even de[B]eper that the t[A]ime before Ori[F#m]ental oils and t[B]ea brought down from S[E]ingapore." [E]As we wait for my lock to cycle I say, "My w[C#m]ife has just g[B]iven me a s[A]on." [F#m]"A son!" you cry, "Is t[B]hat all that you've d[E]one?" She wears bougainvillea blossoms You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide, Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside. Her sighs catch on your shoulder Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears And I say, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?" "Then c[A]ome with me" you say, "to where the S[F#m]outhern Cross Rides h[B]igh upon your s[E]houlder." "[C#m]Come with me!" you c[B]ry, "Each d[A]ay you tend this l[F#m]ock, you're one day o[B]lder While your b[C#m]lood g[B]rows [A]cold[B]er." But that a[E]nchor chain's a fetter And[C#m] with it you are t[B]ethered to the f[A]oam And I w[F#m]ouldn't trade your l[B]ife for one hour of h[E]ome. Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway While you compensate for leeway through the Trades; And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made. And you laugh at hearts you've riven, But which of these has given us more love or life, You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife. Ah your anchor chain's a fetter And with it you are tethered to the foam, And I wouldn't trade your whole life for one hour of home. enjoy!