Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
G
Though my sails be torn and tattered,
G
And the mast be turned about,
C D G
Let the night wind chill me to my very soul;
G
Though the spray might sting my eyes,
G
And the stars no light provide,
C D G
Give me just another morning light to hold.
Chorus:
D
And I will not lie me down,
G
This rain a-ragin',
D G
I will not lie me down in such a storm;
G
And if this night be unblessed,
C Am
I shall not take my rest,
D G
Till I reach another shore.
G
Though the only water left,
G
Is but salt to wound my thirst,
C D G
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down;
G
And though night's blindness be my gift,
G
And there be thieves upon my drift,
C D G
I will praise this fog that shelters me along.
Chorus
G
Though my mates be drained and weary,
G
And believe their hopes are lost,
C D G
There's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom;
G
And though death waits just off the bow,
G
They shall not answer to him now,
C D G
He shall stand to face the morning without us.
Chorus x2
Though my sails be torn and tattered,
G
And the mast be turned about,
C D G
Let the night wind chill me to my very soul;
G
Though the spray might sting my eyes,
G
And the stars no light provide,
C D G
Give me just another morning light to hold.
Chorus:
D
And I will not lie me down,
G
This rain a-ragin',
D G
I will not lie me down in such a storm;
G
And if this night be unblessed,
C Am
I shall not take my rest,
D G
Till I reach another shore.
G
Though the only water left,
G
Is but salt to wound my thirst,
C D G
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down;
G
And though night's blindness be my gift,
G
And there be thieves upon my drift,
C D G
I will praise this fog that shelters me along.
Chorus
G
Though my mates be drained and weary,
G
And believe their hopes are lost,
C D G
There's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom;
G
And though death waits just off the bow,
G
They shall not answer to him now,
C D G
He shall stand to face the morning without us.
Chorus x2
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