Gordon Bok – The Net (Guitar)

                          D     A
My wings were blue in the ocean green

                           D    A
The prettiest thing you've ever seen

    E7                 A
The gurnet said to the catfish

                      D       A
Rose were my legs and rose my sides

                                D         A
And who would have thought as I roved the tide

          Bm
Where the red crab watched me scuttle and glide

        D                  A
I would come to dance in a net?

                            D         A
The fisherman stands by the water and chuckles

                       D           A
Clams are his ears and limpets his knuckles

    E7                 A
The gurnet said to the catfish

                      D               A
The beard of a mussel droops from his chin

                         D            A
The scales of a mackerel cling to his skin

        Bm
And his eyes roll out and his eyes roll in

      D                       A
As he watches us dance in the net

                     D          A
His eyes are hard as berries of kelp

                              D        A
But sweet is his daughter who comes to help

    E7                 A
The gurnet said to the catfish

                             D          A
They take the ropes in their lean brown hands

                       D            A
And haul us out on the shine of the sands

        Bm
And the girl she laughs as the fisherman stands

    D                       A
And watches us dance in the net

        C                        F          C
Let her hang up her clothes on a gooseberry bush

                                    F          C
Where the waves say 'crush' and the foam says 'hush'

    G7                 C
The gurnet said to the catfish

                     F            C
The surf is red with struggle and slaughter

                             F         C
But somewhere on earth or in sky or in water

    Dm
The scaly man and his long-legged daughter

     F                  C
Will come to dance in a net

    C                   F           C
The fishes dance to the fisherman's tune

                      F           C
The waters run to the pull of the moon

        G7                 C
And the gurnet said to the catfish

                            F           C
The air and the sand at the edge of the tide

                          F          C
The fisherman's daughter, dancing in pride

         Dm
With her rosy legs and her rosy side

   F                       C
Is less than a fish in the net

    D                     G         D
For somewhere, glaring in wastes of space

                             G     D
There's a terrible eye in an empty face

    A7                 D
The gurnet said to the catfish

                           G             D
And round and round in the spell of that stare

                          G          D
Flashing and slashing and biting the snare

   Em
Go all the glittering shoals of the air

G                        D
Dancing like fish in the net

                    G         D
So somebody sits in space and chuckles

                           G         D
With hair like a comet and stars for knuckles

    A7                 D
The gurnet said to the catfish

                        G        D
And glimmer of side and swirl of fin

                        G          D
His arms are huge as he hauls them in

        Em
And his teeth are sharks in a mile wide grin

      G                         D
As he watches them dance in the net

C                   F        C
There I'm going and there go you

                   F         C
I with my wings of butterfly blue

    G7                 C
The gurnet said to the catfish

                         F           C
The moon comes by and he swallows it whole

                           F            C
And there is the girl with wings on her soul

    Dm
And now it's the fisher, and the great eyes roll

      F                         C
As he watches them dance in the net