The Old Figurehead Carver por Gordon Bok, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

The Old Figurehead Carver

Biografia:

Gordon Bok stands out among the various artists that can be lumped into the "Traditional Folk" category. Born in Pennsylvania, he moved to Camden, Maine and it was there in coastal Maine that Bok was influenced by sea-faring culture and its music. He released his first album in 1965 and in 1970 signed to Folk-Legacy records, where he released a number of solo albums, as well as many collaborations with Ann Mayo Muir and Ed Trickett. In 1990 he began releasing music on his own label, Timberhead Music.

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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