“Washington Island” by Jeff Talmadge: Chords and Lyrics Followers of this blog know that I want my blog to focus on interviews, reviews, presentation of some of my own original work, and lyrics of songs you can’t find elsewhere. buy albion gold For a good while, Jeff Talmadge has been one of my favorite Americana poets and folksingers. cheap albion gold His voice holds the soul of a poet and his original lyrics are piercing and vivid. I do a few of his songs in my own shows. One song I just learned tonight is “Washington Island” from his CD, Blissville. albion silver Here are the lyrics and chords. buy albion gold To avoid some clutter, I placed chords by the side, but the changes are easy to hear. albion gold This was produced by transcription, so if you spot any errors, please email me or post a comment and I’ll correct them. buy albion silver There may be some other songs from this album I can post too. Go to iTunes and listen to sample of this beautiful song. You can find the website of Jeff Talmadge here: Introduction: Bm D Gb G D A G A Verse 1 A I took the last ferry D A From Washington Island Bm G Straight for the mainland D A The wind in my hair G A And under the last moon D A Of the Indian summer Bm G I heard the last notes D A Of a song in the air. cheap albion silver G A D Verse 1B And on the horizon Bm D Gb A bright star is fading Gb G The last constellation D A In a vanishing sky G A The last thing I thought of Bm D Was the first thing I wanted Gb G And I’m headed for home now, D A But the water is wide. G A D Verse 2 A And what is the last face You see before sleeping What is the last dream, You dream before you wake What were the last words Of the last conversation What is the last chance Of the chances you take Verse 2B When was the last time You felt something moving Heavy and flowing Like the changing tide The last thing I thought of Was the first thing I wanted And I’m headed for home now, But the water is wide. cheap albion gold Verse 3A If you take the last ferry From Washington Island Don’t miss how the gold leaves Carpet the ground And if it’s the last moon Of the Indian Summer Don’t miss how the waves make A whispering sound.