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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Gaelic Storm - Lover´s Wreck Guitar Chords

Gaelic Storm Play This Song In The Key Of Fm

[Em]A hundred days at sea, a[D] wretch away from misery
[C]Rummies and rats and tarry jacks, my [D]only fami[Em]ly
The island of salvation is [D]still a scream away,
As the [Em]lungs of the night blow [A]out the light my heart kneels down to [Em]pray

Lord, why did you take her? She[D] meant so much to me.
Now I’m a [Bm]wretched soul on a privateer, drowning out at [Em]sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my [D]blue heart to black
But I [G]swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, [C]if you bring her [Em]back!
[Em][G][Em]

The [Em]Gypsy was a siren, [D]dripping with desire
Her [C]moonlit hair and skin so fair, as[D] warm as frozen [Em]fire
She had the loyalty of a cat, be[D]hind those pale green eyes
And [Em]through her cherry [A]lips, the devil slipped a thousand [Em]lies[G][Em]
A [Em]clan of rogues and vagabonds [D]occupied her head;
That [Em]thieving band took her [C]pale white hand, and [D]stole her from my [Em]bed
And like a ghost ship in the night, she [D]drifted out once more
To [A]land upon the sand of a[Bm]nother lover’s [Em]shore

Lord, why did you take her? She [D]meant so much to me.
Now I’m a [Bm]wretched soul on a privateer, [G]drowning out at[Em] sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my [D]blue heart to black
But I [G]swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, if you bring her [Em]back!

In my sleeping mind, she sings a sad and lonely lullaby;
And when I wake, there’s just the ache that'll haunt me 'til I die.
When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west,
I pray they’ll guide her home (across the foam) and put my heart to rest.

A press-gang filled this man-o-war, to make the black-mouthed cannon roar;
Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forevermore!
And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean’s howl and squall;
A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil’s beck and call.. at the devil’s beck and call

Lord, why did you take her? She meant so much to me.
Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer, drowning out at sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black
But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, if you bring her back!
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