Barges

 

    Am ~     C                 Am         C                   Am

1.             Me and my brother returned to the water,

    C          Em            F                C

    I saw a pike that was two feet long.

     Am                 C         Am              C

    Two small magicians, each with a jam jar

              Am                C             G              Am

    cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands.

 

       C                 Am                     C           Am

2. Country boys catch tadpoles, dive into water,

                C                Em                F                          C

    made shy by their laughter, we wondered down stream.

            Am                   C                - Am                 C

    And summer rolled o’er us with          no complications,

           - Am                    C       - G                         Am

    sat          thinking of Mama,       sometimes in dreams.

 

       C                 Am              C             Am

3. Stand by the drawbridge waiting for barges,

       C         Em              F                     C

    waiting around for smiles from the man.

     Am             C               - Am                      C

    Lifting the bridge whilst       watching the horses,

     Am                 C             G            Am

    dragging the slow boats up the canal.

 

   C           Am             C                 Am

4. I do remember the times but no number,

     C           Em             F                   C

    after the day, but before evening comes.

      Am            C               - Am                  C

    Waiting for castles and       kettles with roses,

Am                  C                 G                   Am

    painted on barges that sailled into the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        C                      Am           C                  Am

5. Those seeing the river run that was by a man begun,

     C           Em                   F           C

    open the locks, let the boats sail on.

    Am                C             - Am                     C

    Taking their castles and        kettles with roses,

            Am                   C                 G                          Am    ……

    with summers our childhood leaving smiles on the man.

 

    (Ralph McTell)