The[D] seagulls are[G] calling,and the[D] wind is in the[G] sails,
And she's[D] fast moving out over the[A] sea,
On a[D] ship bound for[G] St.John three[D] thousand miles a[G]way,
A human[D] cargo my com[G]rades and[D] me.
[Chorus]
Farewell[D] my Green[G] valleys God[D] keep you the[A] same,
If in[D] only my[G] mind you will[A] be,
I'm[D] sailing dark[G] waters,to[D] far Ameri[G]ca,
Never[D] more my Green[G] valleys t[D] see.
[2]
It hurts me to think of the things I left behind,
And the famine has blackened our land
And to look now for something,that I may never find,
Is a problim that's closer to hand.
[3]
There's a fever a raging,and the wind has died away,
And the jorney can no longer be,
And the plague is a shadow,that lingers night and day,
And more thoughts of Green lalleys I'll see
