Just to [C] wake up in the [G] morning to the [Am] quiet of the [F] cove, And to [C] hear Aunt Bessie [G7] talking to her [C] self; And to [C] hear poor Uncle [G] John mumbling [Am] wishes to old [F] Nell, It [C] made me feel like [G7] everything was [C] fine. I was [G] born down by the [Am] water, It's [F] here I'm gonna [C] stay, I've [G] searched for all the [Am] reasons why [F] I should go [C] away; But I haven't got the [G] thrist for all those [Am] modern-day [F] toys, So [C] I'll just take my chances with those [G7] saltwater [C] joys. [C] Following the little [G] brook as it [Am] trickles to the [F] shore, In the [C] autumn when the [G7] trees are flaming [C] red; Kicking [C] leaves that fall around [G7] me, watching [Am] sunset paint the [F] hills, It's [C] all I'll ever [G7] need to feel at [C] home. [G] This island that we [Am] cling to has been [F] handed down with [C] pride, By [G] folks who fought to [Am] live here, taking hard [F] ships all in [C] stride; So I'll compliment her [G] beauty, [Am] hold on to my [F] goodbyes, [C] Stay and take my chances with those [G7] saltwater [C] joys. [C] How can I leave those [G] mornings with the [Am] sunrise on the [F] cove, And the [C] gulls like flies sur- [G7] rounding Clayton's [C] wharf? [C] Platter's Island wrapped in [G] rainbow in the [Am] evening after [F] fog, The [C] ocean smells are [G7] perfume to my [C] soul. [G] Some go to where the [Am] buildings [F] reach to meet the [C] clouds, [G] Where warm and gentle [Am] people turn to [F] swarm in faceless [C] crowds; So I'll do without their [G] riches, the [Am] glamour and the [F] noise, And I'll [C] stay and take my chances with those salt- [G7] water [C] joys. [G] Some go to where the [Am] buildings [F] reach to meet the [C] clouds, [G] Where warm and gentle [Am] people turn to [F] swarm in faceless [C] crowds; So I'll do without their [G] riches, the [Am] glamour and the [F] noise, And I'll [C] stay and take my chances with those salt- [G7] water [C] joys.
