Misc Traditional – North Cape Calling (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
Em                   D
February, North Cape calling me,

C       D               Em         D       Em
Mercury falling and our hearts are full of fear;

Em                   D
Layers of ice on our lower decks,

      C                D                  Em      D         Em
We’ll trim the hatches down, boys, as the wall of sea draws near.
[Chorus]
      G                           D
It’s too late to turn around, our skipper says

C                             D
There’s a hold half empty here besides

       G                               D
There’s plenty more good fishing to be done, me lads

      C                   D            Em
We’ll ride the storm till morning then decide
[Verse 2]
Em                   D
February, North Cape calling me,

      C                 D              Em
We’ve lost our mast and cut the engines too,

Em                                         D
We’ve dragged the first hand back into the hold, me lads,

C                 D               Em         D          Em
Frostbite has his fingers but I’m sure that he’ll pull through.
[Chorus]
      G                           D
It’s too late to turn around, our skipper says

C                             D
There’s a hold half empty here besides

        G                              D
There’s plenty more good fishing to be done, me lads

      C                   D            Em
We’ll ride the storm till morning then decide
[Verse 3]
Em                   D
February, North Cape calling me,

      C               D               Em
We’ve never prayed so hard in all our lives;

Em                                      D
Good Lord if this is judgment then I’ll promise you,

     C                 D               Em       D      Em
I’ll give up drink and women if you’ll just let me survive.
[Chorus]
          G                       D
It’s too late to turn around, our skipper says

C                              D
There’s a hold half empty here besides

        G                               D
There’s plenty more good fishing to be done, me lads

      C                  D               Em
We’ll ride the storm till morning then decide
[Verse 4]
Em                   D
February, North Cape calling me,

C       D            Em     D      Em
Mercury rising and a calmer sea prevails.

Em                             D
‘Lower your nets,’ we hear the skipper cry,

     C             D                  Em     D      Em
‘The sooner we get done here then the sooner we set sail.’
[Chorus]
     G                            D
It’s too late to turn around, our skipper says

C                                 D
There’s a hold half empty here besides

        G                              D
There’s plenty more good fishing to be done, me lads

      C                   D            Em
We’ll ride the storm till morning then decide

      G                           D
It’s too late to turn around, our skipper says

C                                D
There’s a hold half empty here besides

        G                              D
There’s plenty more good fishing to be done, me lads

      C                   D            Em
We’ll ride the storm till morning then decide