Chords for The Bow's Turned Back - Heather Alexander
Tempo:
124.925 bpm
Chords used:
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This last tune is kind of the end of the festival wind in the respect that you started out, it's in February,
and you go screaming through the spring and screaming through the summer and screaming through the harvest season.
Every single weekend you're gone, you know, and you're running back and forth and running back and forth.
And this year was hard for me because I finally, I had a real home that I could go home to, but I never was home.
So here it is, you know, it gets into October, and I've noticed every year, and we're seeing it right now,
this particular time of year we're seeing the same thing, the festival wind comes through one last time.
And it's pretty harsh.
When it comes through, you know, you've had all the beautiful golds and autumn colors out there,
and the festival wind comes by in one fell swoop and just strips all the branches and strips everything down to the bare bark
and says, okay, it's wintertime.
So that's kind of what we're looking at right now.
This is the time that you say, okay, well, the festival season's over, I've had a great season, I've had a great time,
and it's now time to stand up in the front and turn the wheel and bring the helm back around, its face home.
And that's what this song is about.
It's about going home and knowing that there's, for me, I'm very, very lucky.
There's always somebody waiting for me at home with a light on, something comforting to drink.
So here we go.
It's called The Boughs Turned Back.
As the [F#m] night turns [Em] lonely, I [F#m] think of you only as I'm locked on the [Em] waves of the storm.
[Bm] Your [F#m] arms around [Em] me, your [F#m] charms astound [Bm] me, your kiss [F#m] is [G] keeping me warm.
[D] I [A] heard the cry [G] from the [A] crow's nest high [B] that to where homeward bound, [G] straight and true, [Bm] just a [F#m] few more [F#] nights,
and I'll see [A] the [D] lights that will bring me [F#m] back home to [A] you.
[Bm] For the wind [F#m] is blowing, [G]
the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest [Bm] rigging, and the boughs turned [F#] back to my [A] [Bm] home.
I'd lay,
[A] [Bm] I'd lay, [G] [Bm] I'd lay,
[A] [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
It's [F#m] been a long travel, enough to unravel the strongest [Em] sailor drift.
[A]
As the [F#m] dreams take o'er me, you appear before me, and not but a simple [G] white shift.
[D]
To [A] be so far from you when I finally come to is far more than I [G] can [Bm] stand.
When [F#m] I touch the [F#] shore, you will be at the [D] door with the [A] tall one, drink from [D] my [Bm] hand.
And the [F#m] wind is [G] blowing, the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins [G] dance in the foam,
[Bm]
the [F#m] seagulls [F#] singing in the highest [Bm] rigging, and the [A] boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
I'd lay, [A] [Bm]
I'd [A] lay, [F#] [Bm]
I'd lay, [A] [G]
and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
The sea [F#m] is a [F#] creature of whimsical feature, a [F#m] lady fair, [Em] so they've said.
But she'll [F#m] aim hard to take you, make you or break you, and wash you up soon, [G] then for dead.
[D] Her [A] love it is [G] fickle, a [A] silvery [Bm] sickle that twists [A] and turns around [G] on your fast.
[Bm] Just ask [F#m] any sailor, [F#] he'll say [A] without failure, [D] the best of the [F#m] trip is the [A] last.
[F#] For the wind is blowing, the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance in [G] the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
[A] Keep a light burning, [Bm] [A] I'll [Bm] be home [A] by the three [Bm] quarter moon.
I'll be [A] in your arms [G] very soon, [Bm] with every [A] tall wave [G] that we've [D] reached.
I come [A] that much closer to [D] your [A] loving reach.
[Bm] And the wind [F#m] is blowing, [F#] the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls singing [F#] in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs [A] turned back to my [Bm] home.
I'd lay [A]
here, [Bm] I'd lay [A] [G]
here, [Bm] I'd lay [A]
here, [Bm] and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
[G] [A] The boughs turned back to [Bm] my home.
[G] Ay, the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
Bless you, and a safe journey home.
[N]
I want to tell you that you and everybody that has supported me in this whole endeavor,
you guys have really been a wonderful thing.
I'm about as happy as a clam at high tide [D#] right now, and you guys have done it for me.
My music [N] has been supported by all of you for so many years,
and we're in a situation now where I think we're going to be comfortable and warm,
and we're going to keep doing this for you, and we're going to keep making music
as long as you guys keep clapping your hands.
So thank you very much, and good night.
and you go screaming through the spring and screaming through the summer and screaming through the harvest season.
Every single weekend you're gone, you know, and you're running back and forth and running back and forth.
And this year was hard for me because I finally, I had a real home that I could go home to, but I never was home.
So here it is, you know, it gets into October, and I've noticed every year, and we're seeing it right now,
this particular time of year we're seeing the same thing, the festival wind comes through one last time.
And it's pretty harsh.
When it comes through, you know, you've had all the beautiful golds and autumn colors out there,
and the festival wind comes by in one fell swoop and just strips all the branches and strips everything down to the bare bark
and says, okay, it's wintertime.
So that's kind of what we're looking at right now.
This is the time that you say, okay, well, the festival season's over, I've had a great season, I've had a great time,
and it's now time to stand up in the front and turn the wheel and bring the helm back around, its face home.
And that's what this song is about.
It's about going home and knowing that there's, for me, I'm very, very lucky.
There's always somebody waiting for me at home with a light on, something comforting to drink.
So here we go.
It's called The Boughs Turned Back.
As the [F#m] night turns [Em] lonely, I [F#m] think of you only as I'm locked on the [Em] waves of the storm.
[Bm] Your [F#m] arms around [Em] me, your [F#m] charms astound [Bm] me, your kiss [F#m] is [G] keeping me warm.
[D] I [A] heard the cry [G] from the [A] crow's nest high [B] that to where homeward bound, [G] straight and true, [Bm] just a [F#m] few more [F#] nights,
and I'll see [A] the [D] lights that will bring me [F#m] back home to [A] you.
[Bm] For the wind [F#m] is blowing, [G]
the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest [Bm] rigging, and the boughs turned [F#] back to my [A] [Bm] home.
I'd lay,
[A] [Bm] I'd lay, [G] [Bm] I'd lay,
[A] [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
It's [F#m] been a long travel, enough to unravel the strongest [Em] sailor drift.
[A]
As the [F#m] dreams take o'er me, you appear before me, and not but a simple [G] white shift.
[D]
To [A] be so far from you when I finally come to is far more than I [G] can [Bm] stand.
When [F#m] I touch the [F#] shore, you will be at the [D] door with the [A] tall one, drink from [D] my [Bm] hand.
And the [F#m] wind is [G] blowing, the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins [G] dance in the foam,
[Bm]
the [F#m] seagulls [F#] singing in the highest [Bm] rigging, and the [A] boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
I'd lay, [A] [Bm]
I'd [A] lay, [F#] [Bm]
I'd lay, [A] [G]
and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
The sea [F#m] is a [F#] creature of whimsical feature, a [F#m] lady fair, [Em] so they've said.
But she'll [F#m] aim hard to take you, make you or break you, and wash you up soon, [G] then for dead.
[D] Her [A] love it is [G] fickle, a [A] silvery [Bm] sickle that twists [A] and turns around [G] on your fast.
[Bm] Just ask [F#m] any sailor, [F#] he'll say [A] without failure, [D] the best of the [F#m] trip is the [A] last.
[F#] For the wind is blowing, the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance in [G] the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
[A] Keep a light burning, [Bm] [A] I'll [Bm] be home [A] by the three [Bm] quarter moon.
I'll be [A] in your arms [G] very soon, [Bm] with every [A] tall wave [G] that we've [D] reached.
I come [A] that much closer to [D] your [A] loving reach.
[Bm] And the wind [F#m] is blowing, [F#] the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls singing [F#] in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs [A] turned back to my [Bm] home.
I'd lay [A]
here, [Bm] I'd lay [A] [G]
here, [Bm] I'd lay [A]
here, [Bm] and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
[G] [A] The boughs turned back to [Bm] my home.
[G] Ay, the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home.
Bless you, and a safe journey home.
[N]
I want to tell you that you and everybody that has supported me in this whole endeavor,
you guys have really been a wonderful thing.
I'm about as happy as a clam at high tide [D#] right now, and you guys have done it for me.
My music [N] has been supported by all of you for so many years,
and we're in a situation now where I think we're going to be comfortable and warm,
and we're going to keep doing this for you, and we're going to keep making music
as long as you guys keep clapping your hands.
So thank you very much, and good night.
Key:
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
G
This last tune is kind of the end of the festival wind in the respect that you started out, it's in February,
and you go screaming through the spring and screaming through the summer and screaming through the harvest season.
Every single weekend you're gone, you know, and you're running back and forth and running back and forth.
And this year was hard for me because I finally, I had a real home that I could go home to, but I never was home.
_ So here it is, you know, it gets into October, _ and I've noticed every year, and we're seeing it right now,
this particular time of year we're seeing the same thing, the festival wind comes through one last time.
And it's pretty harsh.
When it comes through, you know, you've had all the beautiful golds and autumn colors out there,
and the festival wind comes by in one fell swoop and just strips all the branches and strips everything down to the bare bark
and says, okay, it's wintertime.
_ So that's kind of what we're looking at right now.
This is the time that you say, okay, well, the festival season's over, I've had a great season, I've had a great time,
and it's now time to stand up in the front and turn the wheel and bring the helm back around, its face home. _
And that's what this song is about.
It's about going home and knowing that there's, for me, _ _ I'm very, very lucky.
There's always somebody waiting for me at home with a light on, something comforting to drink.
So here we go.
It's called The Boughs Turned Back. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ As the [F#m] night turns [Em] lonely, I [F#m] think of you only as I'm locked on the [Em] waves of the storm.
_ _ [Bm] Your [F#m] arms around [Em] me, your [F#m] charms astound [Bm] me, your kiss [F#m] is [G] keeping me warm.
[D] I [A] heard the cry [G] from the [A] crow's nest high [B] that to where homeward bound, [G] straight and true, [Bm] just a [F#m] few more [F#] nights,
and I'll see [A] the [D] lights that will bring me [F#m] back home to [A] you.
[Bm] For the wind [F#m] is blowing, [G]
the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest [Bm] rigging, and the boughs turned [F#] back to my [A] [Bm] home.
I'd lay, _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] I'd _ lay, _ [G] _ _ [Bm] I'd lay, _
[A] _ _ _ [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's [F#m] been a long travel, enough to unravel the strongest [Em] sailor drift.
_ [A]
As the [F#m] dreams take o'er me, you appear before me, and not but a simple [G] white shift.
_ [D]
To [A] be so far from you when I finally come to is far more than I [G] can [Bm] stand.
When [F#m] I touch the [F#] shore, you will be at the [D] door with the [A] tall one, drink from [D] my _ [Bm] hand.
And the [F#m] wind is [G] blowing, the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins [G] dance in the foam,
_ [Bm]
the [F#m] seagulls [F#] singing in the highest [Bm] rigging, and the [A] boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
I'd lay, _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm]
I'd _ [A] lay, _ [F#] _ _ [Bm]
I'd lay, [A] _ _ _ _ [G]
and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my _ _ home.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The sea [F#m] is a [F#] creature of whimsical feature, a [F#m] lady fair, [Em] so they've said.
But she'll [F#m] aim hard to take you, make you or break you, and wash you up soon, [G] then for dead.
_ _ [D] Her [A] love it is [G] fickle, a [A] silvery [Bm] sickle that twists [A] and turns around [G] on your fast.
_ _ [Bm] Just ask [F#m] any sailor, [F#] he'll say [A] without failure, [D] the best of the [F#m] trip is the _ [A] last.
[F#] For the wind is blowing, the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance in [G] the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my _ home.
_ _ [A] Keep a light burning, _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] I'll _ [Bm] _ be home [A] by the three [Bm] quarter moon.
_ _ I'll be [A] in your arms [G] very soon, [Bm] with every [A] tall wave [G] that we've [D] reached.
I come [A] that much closer to [D] your [A] loving reach.
[Bm] And the wind [F#m] is blowing, [F#] the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
_ [Bm] _ the [F#m] seagulls singing [F#] in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs [A] turned back to my [Bm] home.
I'd lay _ [A] _ _
here, [Bm] I'd lay _ [A] _ _ [G]
here, [Bm] I'd lay _ [A] _ _
here, [Bm] and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home. _
_ [G] [A] The boughs turned back to [Bm] my home.
[G] Ay, the [A] boughs turned _ back [Bm] to my home. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bless you, and a safe journey home. _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I want to tell you that you and everybody that has supported me in this whole endeavor,
you guys have really been a wonderful thing.
I'm about as happy as a clam at high tide [D#] right now, and you guys have done it for me.
My music [N] has been supported by all of you for so many years,
and we're in a situation now where I think we're going to be comfortable and warm,
and _ we're going to keep doing this for you, and we're going to keep making music
as long as you guys keep clapping your hands.
So thank you very much, and good night. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
and you go screaming through the spring and screaming through the summer and screaming through the harvest season.
Every single weekend you're gone, you know, and you're running back and forth and running back and forth.
And this year was hard for me because I finally, I had a real home that I could go home to, but I never was home.
_ So here it is, you know, it gets into October, _ and I've noticed every year, and we're seeing it right now,
this particular time of year we're seeing the same thing, the festival wind comes through one last time.
And it's pretty harsh.
When it comes through, you know, you've had all the beautiful golds and autumn colors out there,
and the festival wind comes by in one fell swoop and just strips all the branches and strips everything down to the bare bark
and says, okay, it's wintertime.
_ So that's kind of what we're looking at right now.
This is the time that you say, okay, well, the festival season's over, I've had a great season, I've had a great time,
and it's now time to stand up in the front and turn the wheel and bring the helm back around, its face home. _
And that's what this song is about.
It's about going home and knowing that there's, for me, _ _ I'm very, very lucky.
There's always somebody waiting for me at home with a light on, something comforting to drink.
So here we go.
It's called The Boughs Turned Back. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ As the [F#m] night turns [Em] lonely, I [F#m] think of you only as I'm locked on the [Em] waves of the storm.
_ _ [Bm] Your [F#m] arms around [Em] me, your [F#m] charms astound [Bm] me, your kiss [F#m] is [G] keeping me warm.
[D] I [A] heard the cry [G] from the [A] crow's nest high [B] that to where homeward bound, [G] straight and true, [Bm] just a [F#m] few more [F#] nights,
and I'll see [A] the [D] lights that will bring me [F#m] back home to [A] you.
[Bm] For the wind [F#m] is blowing, [G]
the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
[Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest [Bm] rigging, and the boughs turned [F#] back to my [A] [Bm] home.
I'd lay, _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] I'd _ lay, _ [G] _ _ [Bm] I'd lay, _
[A] _ _ _ [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's [F#m] been a long travel, enough to unravel the strongest [Em] sailor drift.
_ [A]
As the [F#m] dreams take o'er me, you appear before me, and not but a simple [G] white shift.
_ [D]
To [A] be so far from you when I finally come to is far more than I [G] can [Bm] stand.
When [F#m] I touch the [F#] shore, you will be at the [D] door with the [A] tall one, drink from [D] my _ [Bm] hand.
And the [F#m] wind is [G] blowing, the [A] sea is [D] rolling, the [A] dolphins [G] dance in the foam,
_ [Bm]
the [F#m] seagulls [F#] singing in the highest [Bm] rigging, and the [A] boughs turned [Bm] back to my home.
I'd lay, _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm]
I'd _ [A] lay, _ [F#] _ _ [Bm]
I'd lay, [A] _ _ _ _ [G]
and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my _ _ home.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The sea [F#m] is a [F#] creature of whimsical feature, a [F#m] lady fair, [Em] so they've said.
But she'll [F#m] aim hard to take you, make you or break you, and wash you up soon, [G] then for dead.
_ _ [D] Her [A] love it is [G] fickle, a [A] silvery [Bm] sickle that twists [A] and turns around [G] on your fast.
_ _ [Bm] Just ask [F#m] any sailor, [F#] he'll say [A] without failure, [D] the best of the [F#m] trip is the _ [A] last.
[F#] For the wind is blowing, the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance in [G] the foam,
[Bm] the [F#m] seagulls [G] singing in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs turned [Bm] back to my _ home.
_ _ [A] Keep a light burning, _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] I'll _ [Bm] _ be home [A] by the three [Bm] quarter moon.
_ _ I'll be [A] in your arms [G] very soon, [Bm] with every [A] tall wave [G] that we've [D] reached.
I come [A] that much closer to [D] your [A] loving reach.
[Bm] And the wind [F#m] is blowing, [F#] the sea [A] is rolling, [D] the [A] dolphins dance [G] in the foam,
_ [Bm] _ the [F#m] seagulls singing [F#] in the [A] highest rigging, [G] and the boughs [A] turned back to my [Bm] home.
I'd lay _ [A] _ _
here, [Bm] I'd lay _ [A] _ _ [G]
here, [Bm] I'd lay _ [A] _ _
here, [Bm] and the [A] boughs turned back [Bm] to my home. _
_ [G] [A] The boughs turned back to [Bm] my home.
[G] Ay, the [A] boughs turned _ back [Bm] to my home. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bless you, and a safe journey home. _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I want to tell you that you and everybody that has supported me in this whole endeavor,
you guys have really been a wonderful thing.
I'm about as happy as a clam at high tide [D#] right now, and you guys have done it for me.
My music [N] has been supported by all of you for so many years,
and we're in a situation now where I think we're going to be comfortable and warm,
and _ we're going to keep doing this for you, and we're going to keep making music
as long as you guys keep clapping your hands.
So thank you very much, and good night. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _