Capo 2nd fret

Dropped D

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?"

Chorus

 "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.

Chorus

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.

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