(Em) A legend that the sailors told Tales shared from long ago (C) Secrets that are captured in the (Em) air (Em) It comes to you from far way Whispered roars that fade away (C) Answers that are carried on the (Em) breeze Only (C) heard, listening to the (Em) wind (Em) It takes a somewhat special ear It’s true that doubters cannot hear The (C) stories there a waiting to be (Em) told (Em) And I can hear them calling now Honestly, I don’t know how A (C) sailor’s fate unfolds in front of (Em) me I can (C) see, listening to the (Em) wind (Em) I can hear the angels sing The bravest souls still sailing Never (C) to return another (Em) day (Em) Storms and trouble calling me All those sailors lost at sea And then, (C) peace comes in the (Em) end In the (C) air, listening to the (Em) wind Copyright © 2012 Greg Connor
