“Washington Island” by Jeff Talmadge: Chords and Lyrics

“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. For a good while, Jeff Talmadge has been one of my favorite Americana poets and folksingers. 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.  Here are the lyrics and chords. To avoid some clutter, I placed chords by the side, but the changes are easy to hear.  This was produced by transcription, so if you spot any errors, please email me or post a comment and I’ll correct them.  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. 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.

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.

Verse 3B

And on the horizon

A bright star is fading

The last constellation

In a vanishing sky

The last thing I thought of

Was the first thing I wanted

And I’m headed for home now,

But the water is wide.