B 
We sailed away on a winter's day 
     E 
with fate as malleable as clay; 
     B 
but ships are fallible, I say, 
     E 
and the nautical, like all things, fades 
 
    B 
And I can recall our caravel: 
    E 
a little wicker beetle shell 
    B 
with four fine maste and lateen sails, 
    E 
its bearings on Cair Paravel 
 
Cm        E 
O-- my--- love, 
           B 
O it was a funny little thing 
   Cm     E          B 
to be the ones to've seen.