Tom: C
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[Verse]
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You'll find me sitting at this table
C F G
with my friend Fin and my friend John
Am Em F
My friend Murdaney tells us stories
C G
of things long gone lone gone
C F G
And we may take a glass together
C F G
the whisky makes it all so clear
Am Em F
It fires our dulled imaginations
C G
and I feel so near so near
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
The old man looks out to the island
C F G
he says this place is endless thin
Am Em F
There's no real distance here to mention
C G
we might all fall in all fall in
C F G
No distance to the spirits of the living
C F G
no distance to the spirits of the dead
Am Em F
And as he turned his eyes were shining
C G
and he proudly said proudly said
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
So we build our tower constructions
C F G
there to mark our place in time
Am Em F
We justify our great destructions
C G
as on we climb on we climb
C F G
Now the journey doesn't seem to matter
C F G
the destination's faded out
Am Em F
And gathering out along the headland
C G
I hear the children shout children shout
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
