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Dm7I viewed in my presence GMy hand on my forehead Dm7And sighting the liners EmOf mad merchant seamen Dm Dm7In search of the living GOr the spices of ChiDm7na
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
Dm7While the seagulls were screaming D/F#Lucy was eEmatiFng Dm7Then we hauled up our colours D/F#The way the mother had toEmld Fus DmAnd together we juEmst watched the saDmils
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