D/C
D6
Em
Em7
I viewed in my presence
A
My hand on my forehead
Em7
And sighting the liners
Bm
Of mad merchant seamen
Am
Em7
In search of the living
D
Or the spices of Chi
Am7
na
Lucy walked gently
Between the damp barrels
And shut out my eyes
With the width of her fingers
Said she’d guessed the number
Of bales in the back room
Em7
While the seagulls were screaming
A/C#
Lucy was e
Bm
ati
C
ng
Em7
Then we hauled up our colours
A/C#
The way the mother had to
Bm
ld
C
us
Am
And together we ju
Bm
st watched the sa
Em
ils
Lucy I said
In a passage of cotton kegs
Can we hold hands
I’m sure that it’s warmer
Then the gulls ate the crumbs
Of Lucy’s sandwich
