Letra
Ver letra con acordes
A great folky tune by Joe Summers. Not 100% sure of the lyrics, but see for yourself.
This light of mine will offer up for handing,
This light of mine will take you to the brink,
To feel it all come sweetly flooding over,
To feel free, free enough to breath again
(Instrumental Verse, banjo enters)
There s a strange, strange feeling in this city,
There s a dark, dark figure on the hill,
And this speechless, wandering committee,
Will take all your hope into their will
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
Turn it out, turn the boat around
(Instrumental Verse)
There s a glow down there among the breakers,
Could a calmer wind be calm and true?
To feel it all come sweetly flooding over,
Let the water wash away the new
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
Turn it out, turn the boat around
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
(Accompaniment out, slow guitar strums only)
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
(Accompaniment back in)
Turn it out, turn the boat around
Turn it out, turn the boat around
(Slower)
Turn it out, turn the boat around
This light of mine will offer up for handing,
This light of mine will take you to the brink,
To feel it all come sweetly flooding over,
To feel free, free enough to breath again
(Instrumental Verse, banjo enters)
There s a strange, strange feeling in this city,
There s a dark, dark figure on the hill,
And this speechless, wandering committee,
Will take all your hope into their will
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
Turn it out, turn the boat around
(Instrumental Verse)
There s a glow down there among the breakers,
Could a calmer wind be calm and true?
To feel it all come sweetly flooding over,
Let the water wash away the new
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
Turn it out, turn the boat around
Calling down, down, down among the lonesome,
Crying out, till my voice will make no sound,
(Accompaniment out, slow guitar strums only)
Colder hands won t offer any help son,
(Accompaniment back in)
Turn it out, turn the boat around
Turn it out, turn the boat around
(Slower)
Turn it out, turn the boat around