Turn Ye To Me

	  		Verse 
              D       A 
The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 
    D                 A 
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 

Verse 
D                             E          A 
Cold are the storm winds that ruffle his breast 
    E            D            A          E 
Yet warm are the downy plumes lining his nest 
               D            A              Bm 
Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there 
F#m   A            E          A    D  E 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 

Verse 
    D                 A 
The waves are driving wearily, wearily 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 
    D                 A 
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 

Verse 
D                           E           A 
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea 
    E           D         A          E 
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee 
                D           A            Bm 
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me 

Verse 
D                           E           A 
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea 
    E           D         A          E 
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee 
                D           A            Bm 
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave 
F#m   A            E          A 
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me