Ocean Station Bravo

Am Dm Ocean Station Bravo, North Atlantic Ocean Am D Am Somewhere south of Greenland, somewhere far from home Dm Nothing on the radar, nothing on the sonar Am D Am Hove to and drifting on this ocean all alone Dm She was the CGC Sebago, Ocean Station Vessel Am D Am High Endurance Cutter, Number 42 Dm Studying the weather, aids to navigation Am D Am Plotting ships and aircraft as they come sailing through Dm Just a speck upon the ocean, centre of a circle Am D Nothing but horizon, wind and sea and sky Am Dm This whole world in motion, blowing from the Northwest Am D Am Not a hint of sunshine, just the grey waves rolling by Dm Lookout calls the bridge-watch: "Objects in the water Am D Am Moving Surface Contact, off the starboard bow" Dm Plot 'em on the radar, fire up the sonar Am G Am Listen for the echoes, Oh, can't you hear them now? Dm And there's echoes in the headphones, whale-sound from the speakers Am G Filling all the spaces inside CI.C Am Dm Songs of love and travel, songs of generations Am G Am Echoes of the ages in cetacean harmony C G/B Am G F Em Dm But me, I had to answer, I sang, I talked, I whistled Am G Even played the mouth-harp through the microphone Em Am G F Em Dm They returned the favour with chirps and clicks and whistles Am G Am Dm7 Am Songs of celebration not so different from our own Dm And when the watch was over, out onto the bridge wing Am G Am You can see those sounding singers as they breach and sport and play Dm Just a pod of humpbacks, farewell flukes a-waving Am Em E7 But a memory worth saving as we travelled on our way Am G Am For we'd had a conversation with Leviathan that day Dm Ocean Station Bravo, North Atlantic Ocean Am D Am Somewhere south of Greenland, somewhere far from home Dm Nothing on the radar, nothing on the sonar Am Hove to and drifting