Artist: | Newfoundland (English) |
User: | mark clarke |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 12 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
Abusive: | |
Comment: | - |
Put the [C] light in the window, my darling, she [G] said,
As she gazed at the dark, stormy [F] night over [C] head;
A little girl ran with her eager de- [G] light,
And she placed in the window the [G7] tiny re [C] light.
Her father [C] came home from his work withered [G] cold,
Angry and cross 'cause his [F] fish were not [C] sold;
He said that the oil it must do for the [G] night,
So he took from the window the [G7] tiny red [C] light.
Oh, [C] Father, dear Father, don't take it [G] away,
Think of them poor sailors [F] far out on the [C] bay.
If he could have seen what had happened that [G] night,
That might have been saved by the [G7] tiny red [C] light.
The very [C] next morning came a knock on the [G] door,
A sailor stood pointing [F] far out on the [C] shore;
Three tiny ships went adrift in the [G] gale,
With tears in his eyes he told her [G7] father this [C] tale.
We fol- [C] lowed yer tiny red light said the [G] man,
Till it vanished from sight - on the [F] rocks our ship [C] ran;
Many were drowned on the billows last [G] night,
That might have been saved by yer [G7] tiny red [C] light.
That might have been saved by yer [G7] tiny red [C] light.