Turn Ye To Me Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[VERSE]
The stars are [D]shining [A]cheerily, cheerily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
The [D]seabird is crying [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Cold are the storm winds that [E]ruffle his [A]breast
Yet [E]warm are the [D]downy plumes [A]lining his [E]nest
Cold blows the [D]storm there, [A]soft falls the [Bm]snow there
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me [D] [E]
[VERSE]
The [D]waves are driving [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
The [D]seabird is crying [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Hushed be thy moaning, lone [E]bird of the [A]sea
Thy [E]home on the [D]rock is a [A]shelter to [E]thee
Thy home is the [D]angry wave, [A]mine but the [Bm]lonely grave
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Hushed be thy moaning, lone [E]bird of the [A]sea
Thy [E]home on the [D]rock is a [A]shelter to [E]thee
Thy home is the [D]angry wave, [A]mine but the [Bm]lonely grave
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
The stars are [D]shining [A]cheerily, cheerily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
The [D]seabird is crying [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Cold are the storm winds that [E]ruffle his [A]breast
Yet [E]warm are the [D]downy plumes [A]lining his [E]nest
Cold blows the [D]storm there, [A]soft falls the [Bm]snow there
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me [D] [E]
[VERSE]
The [D]waves are driving [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
The [D]seabird is crying [A]wearily, wearily
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Hushed be thy moaning, lone [E]bird of the [A]sea
Thy [E]home on the [D]rock is a [A]shelter to [E]thee
Thy home is the [D]angry wave, [A]mine but the [Bm]lonely grave
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
[VERSE]
[D]Hushed be thy moaning, lone [E]bird of the [A]sea
Thy [E]home on the [D]rock is a [A]shelter to [E]thee
Thy home is the [D]angry wave, [A]mine but the [Bm]lonely grave
[F#m]Ho-ro [A]Mhai-ri-dhu, [E]turn ye to [A]me
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