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[Intro]
E A
[Verse]
A
I have done my bit of carving
Bm
Figureheads of quaint design
E
For the Olives and the Ruddocks
D A
And the famous Black Ball Line
G A
Brigantines and barques and clippers
D Bm
Brigs and schooners, lithe and tall
E
But the bounding Marco Polo
D A
Was the proudest of them all
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E
Of the wind into the wood
[Verse]
A
I can see that white-winged clipper
Bm
Reeling under scudding clouds
E
Tramping down a hazy skyline
D A
With a Norther in her shrouds
G A
I can feel her lines of beauty
D Bm
See her flecked with spume and brine
E
As she drives her scuppers under
D A
And that figurehead of mine
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E
Of the wind into the wood
[Verse]
A
'Twas of seasoned pine I made it
Bm
Clear from outer bark to core
E
And the finest piece of timber
D A
From the mast-pond on Straight Shore
G A
Every bite of axe or chisel
D Bm
Every ringing mallet welt
E
Brought from out that piece of timber
D A
All the spirit that I felt
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E
Of the wind into the wood
[Verse]
A
I had read of Marco Polo
Bm
Till his daring deeds were mine
E
And I saw them all a-glowing
D A
In that balsam-scented pine
G A
Saw his eyes alight with purpose
D Bm
Facing every vagrant breeze
E
Saw him lifting, free and careless
D A
Over all the Seven Seas
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E
Of the wind into the wood
[Verse]
A
That was how I did my carving
Bm
Beat of heart and stroke of hand
E
Blended into life and action
D A
All the purpose that I planned
G A
Flowing robes and wind-tossed tresses
D Bm
Forms of beauty, strength, design
E
Saw them all, and strove to carve them
D A
In those figureheads of mine
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E D A
Of the wind into the wood
[Verse]
A
I am old, my hands are feeble
Bm
And my outward eyes are dim
E
But I see again those clippers
D A
Lifting o'er the ocean's rim
G A
Great white fleet of reeling rovers
D Bm
Wind above, the surf beneath
E
And the Marco Polo leading
D A
With my carving in her teeth
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A
Of the wind into the wood
[Chorus]
G A
And while my hand is steady
D Bm
While my eyes are good
E
I will carve the music
D A E A
Of the wind into the wood
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