DDEm Em7 I viewed in my presence A My hand on my forehead Em7 And sighting the liners Bm Am Of mad merchant seamen Em7 In search of the living D Am7 Or the spices of China Lucy walked gently Between the damp barrels And shut out my eyes With the width of her fingers Said she'd guessed the number Of bales in the back room Em7 While the seagulls were screaming A/C# Bm C Lucy was eating Em7 Then we hauled up our colours A/C# Bm C The way the mother had told us Am Bm Em And together we just watched the sails Lucy I said In a passage of cotton kegs Can we hold hands I'm sure that it's warmer Then the gulls ate the crumbs Of Lucy's sandwich