Tom: A
Introdução:
Am F
The poacher and his daughter throw soft
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shadows on the water in the night.
Am F
A thin moon slips behind them as they
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pull the net with no betraying light.
D F
And later on the coast road,
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I meet them and the old man winks a smile.
Am F
And who am I to fast deny the right
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to take a fish once in a while?
Am F
I walk with them, they wish me luck
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when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle.
D F
And from the church I hear them singing
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as the ship moves sadly from the pier.
Am F
Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best,
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two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear.
F5
There's a house on the hillside,
D5
where the drifting sands are born.
F5
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
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back to the land where I came from.
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Where the mountain men are kings
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and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
same
Am F
Long generations from the Isles
D G Am
sent to tread the foreign miles
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where the spiral ages meet.
F5
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
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Future sun called winds to blow
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and the past and present hard-eyed crow
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flew hunting high and circling low over
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blackened plains of Eden.
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