Am    C         D     Am         Am           E            Am 
The hound bays, the sheep graze, I'm counting the boats in the bay  
        D                  E         C            G          C 
As they float they seem to say, 'I'm counting the waves, I'm counting the waves'  
    Am         E          Am            D         E 
The men in the boats they wave to their wives and say,  
      Am          C      D            Am                  E            Am 
'I'm counting the hours, counting the hours, counting the hours in the day' 
 
    Am           C          D          Am                    E            Am 
I'm counting the gulls that sit on the waves surrounding the boats in the bay 
                 D                E                C           G            C 
I'm counting the miles till we're there, where the sun and the rain and the snow 
            G                   C 
Fall on the seeds and make them grow 
            G                   C          Am          D    E 
Fall on the rocks and make them crack into pebbles and into sand 
Am       C       D       Am 
Which is where I like to stand.