G Em C D
Heron tip-toes on the tow-path, as the morning mist hangs low
G Em C D
Then takes flight and circles round the boatman far below
Em Am Em D
Still silence interrupted by an ancient engine’s thud
G Am C D G
As the boatman steers his pride and joy reclaimed from the mud
Though some may covet cruisers or narrowboats so fine
His ambitions remained modest, he had no grand design
All things come to he who waits his father told him so
So, like the sieve he now steers, he’s content with progress slow
G Em C D
There’s no hurry, no worries
Am D G
If your wishes are few
G Em C D
There’s no hurry, no worries
Am D G
Your dreams may come true
When the wooden warrior lost the fight and sank for the last time
The boatman chanced upon a cruiser, white and sleek of line
But with superstructure leaking and an engine block decayed
He still recognised potential for a vessel tailor made
For years the boatman cruised the cuts with family and friends
Through life’s ups and downs, dark tunnels, deep locks and round blind bends
’Til the toll of time demanded more comfort for the crew
And the cruiser left its boatshed steered by owner’s new
Heron tip-toes on the tow-path, as the morning mist hangs low
Then takes flight and circles round the boatman far below
Luxury narrowboat he dreamed of purrs beneath his feet
Now his wishing days are over, his dream is now complete
No Worries
Capo 5
Recording to be added