The Old Figurehead Carver Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok

[INTRO]
[E] [A]

[VERSE]
[A]I have done my bit of carving
Figure[Bm]heads of quaint design
For the Olives and the [E]Ruddocks
And the [D]famous Black Ball [A]Line
Brigantines and [G]barques and [A]clippers
Brigs and [D]schooners, lithe and [Bm]tall
But the bounding Marco [E]Polo
Was the [D]proudest of them [A]all

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E]

[VERSE]
I can [A]see that white-winged clipper
Reeling [Bm]under scudding clouds
Tramping down a hazy [E]skyline
With a [D]Norther in her [A]shrouds
I can [G]feel her lines of [A]beauty
See her [D]flecked with spume and [Bm]brine
As she drives her scuppers [E]under
And that [D]figurehead of [A]mine

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E]

[VERSE]
'Twas of [A]seasoned pine I made it
Clear from [Bm]outer bark to core
And the finest piece of [E]timber
From the [D]mast-pond on Straight [A]Shore
Every [G]bite of axe or [A]chisel
Every [D]ringing mallet [Bm]welt
Brought from out that piece of [E]timber
All the [D]spirit that I [A]felt

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E]

[VERSE]
I had [A]read of Marco Polo
Till his [Bm]daring deeds were mine
And I saw them all a-[E]glowing
In that [D]balsam-scented [A]pine
Saw his eyes a[G]light with [A]purpose
Facing [D]every vagrant [Bm]breeze
Saw him lifting, free and [E]careless
Over [D]all the Seven [A]Seas

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E]

[VERSE]
That was [A]how I did my carving
Beat of [Bm]heart and stroke of hand
Blended into life and [E]action
All the [D]purpose that I [A]planned
Flowing robes and [G]wind-tossed [A]tresses
Forms of [D]beauty, strength, de[Bm]sign
Saw them all, and strove to [E]carve them
In those [D]figureheads of [A]mine

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E] [D] [A]

[VERSE]
[A]I am old, my hands are feeble
And my [Bm]outward eyes are dim
But I see again those [E]clippers
Lifting [D]o'er the ocean's [A]rim
Great white fleet of [G]reeling [A]rovers
Wind a[D]bove, the surf be[Bm]neath
And the Marco Polo [E]leading
With my [D]carving in her [A]teeth

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood

[CHORUS]
And while my [G]hand is [A]steady
[D]While my eyes are [Bm]good
I will carve the [E]music
Of the [D]wind into the [A]wood [E] [A]