Eye Spy    

Music and Lyrics by RAW Boswin

 

G                                C                   G                                  C

Picture a young man, Age 22             Facing conscription, on a harvest moon,

         G                               C                                 G                                      C

From Provost, Alberta, spent New Years '43    In the company of strangers on the cold streets of Calgary,

          G                                    C                                   G                                                   C

Said a man came to the farm, he told my father so,  Camp Wainright's training infantry, there's a better way to go,

       G                                          C                                       Emin        D                  Amin7    G/B      C

The Army did come calling, But we beat'em to the test, See the Red Indian Squadron had my name on the list,

 

Prechorus

C                        D               Emin                C                       D/C         Emin

There were hard times, so we took desperate measures, When the sun'd shine, We'd make hay

             C                        D                 Emin                      D/F# 

But the best times,                    I still remember… Come when

 

Chorus

G                     C                         Emin                          C

I spy,               with my little eye…   Little house on the prairie, Not a cloud in the sky

             G                           C                                 Emin

When the harvest is in, When the seeds are sown,  When the feed's in the silos,

     C                    D         G          C        G     CCCCC(SILENCE!)

All bunkered down in fields of gold.

 

Verse 2

        G                                     C                            G                                       C

First stop was Cape Breton, the next was over there.  Normandy from Liverpool, I's keeping Spitfires in the air

     G                    C                                                G                           C

'Til 1945, when the war was said and done,  We were 17 unlucky lads and 83 Alberta bound!

              G                           C                                     G                                                       C

With the money I made in his Majesty's command, Well I bought and cleared the parcels bellied up against my father's land

         G                                             C                              Emin                      Amin7                 G/B  G/B    C

While I'd learned the waltz, I'd lose my courage at the dance, Alone til '67, When I found true love on Lac   Saint Anne.

 

          Refrain:   G              C               G               C

 

Verse 3

             G                    C           G                           C

Sold the farm,           in '83        I built the cabin, at Alberta Beach

                            G                           C                                Emin       D             Amin7      G/B  G/B   C

On the way to The 'Bridge" from Var-Jer-Val.       Let's take the long way home, Cuz I just feel like talking now!

 

Prechorus

 

CHORUS (Twice second time Acoustic only)

G                     C                                Emin                                  C

I spy,               with my little eye…   Little house on the prairie, Not a cloud in the sky

                G                                   C                                         Emin

When the harvest is in, When the seeds are sown,  When the feed's in the silos,

      C                           D         G  (let it ring to SILENCE!)

All bunkered down in fields Oh!…

 

I spy, with my little eye…  Little house on the prairie, Not a cloud in the sky

When the harvest is in, When the seeds are sown,  

               Emin (crescendo)    C         C         D    D   G                      C

When the feed's in the silos… All bunkered down in fields of   gold.

 

Outro:

G                           C                             G                 C (repeat if necessary)

Fields of Gold…       All Bunkered down in fields of Goo-ooo-o-old

 

For Papa Glenn

©2002 Rob Oswin (Raw Boswin)

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