C F C F


[Verse]

C              F               G
You'll find me sitting at this table
C              F                 G
with my friend Fin and my friend John
Am            Em            F
My friend Murdaney tells us stories
               C         G
of things long gone lone gone


C          F               G
And we may take a glass together
C          F               G
the whisky makes it all so clear
Am           Em          F
It fires our dulled imaginations
              C       G
and I feel so near so near


[Chorus]

          C                          F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
        C                           F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
        C           Am             F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
        C     F C F
Feel so near


[Verse]

C           F                G
The old man looks out to the island
C            F                G
he says this place is endless thin
Am              Em               F
There's no real distance here to mention
                  C           G
we might all fall in all fall in


C                  F              G
No distance to the spirits of the living
C                  F              G
no distance to the spirits of the dead
Am        Em                   F
And as he turned his eyes were shining
               C            G
and he proudly said proudly said


[Chorus]

          C                          F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
        C                           F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
        C           Am             F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
        C     F C F
Feel so near


[Verse]

C     F                  G
So we build our tower constructions
C        F                 G
there to mark our place in time
Am      Em             F
We justify our great destructions
         C           G
as on we climb on we climb

C               F               G
Now the journey doesn't seem to matter
C        F              G
the destination's faded out
Am            Em            F
And gathering out along the headland
                    C              G
I hear the children shout children shout


[Chorus]

          C                          F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
        C                           F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
        C           Am             F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
        C     F C F
Feel so near