Turn Ye To Me

Verse D A The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me D A The seabird is crying wearily, wearily F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse D E A Cold are the storm winds that ruffle his breast E D A E Yet warm are the downy plumes lining his nest D A Bm Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there F#m A E A D E Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse D A The waves are driving wearily, wearily F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me D A The seabird is crying wearily, wearily F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse D E A Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea E D A E Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee D A Bm Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse D E A Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea E D A E Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee D A Bm Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave F#m A E A Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me