Capo 3rd fret E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- B|----------------0----------------------------------------------------------------------------- G|-------0--2--2-----2--0------------------------------------------------------0-----------0- D|--0h2--------------------2--2--0-----0--0--2--0-----------------0--0--2-----2--0--2--- A|--------------------------------------3---------------3--------0--2--------------------------- E|----------------------------------------------------------3--3---------------------------------- E|-------------------- B|--------0----------- G|--2--2-----2--0--2 D|-------------------- A|-------------------- E|-------------------- Verse: Am C G G* Em Am Chorus: Am G Am Am* Am; Am G Am Em Am x2 Bridge: F Am x3; G F x2 I'm just a traveler passing through I wont haunt or bother you Though you could lend an ear to my story You can call me old Jack You might have seen me caped in Black As I roam the streets of the village In her long flowing hair You might find my story there Though it was not my own hand that killed her I went down a moon lit trail Rode out on a rail And began my long life of journeys In the ripple that rolls on the water In the high rolling wave out at sea In the shadow that flies on the valley In the middle is where you'll find me In a foul tub of a boat My passage I did float Joined the ranks right on the docks of the city In the fire of the Devil's den With the gray-coated men I lost all my hope and my two brothers So I wandered in the West I settled down and did my best But my heart was unsteady and restless I took a room on Houseton Street Where the pawned poets would meet And we poured out the wine of the ages In the ripple that rolls on the water In the hard-hearted moon we both see In the shadow that falls in the alley In a riddle is where I will be Ten little fingers... Ten little toes... Sleep little baby... Will you ever know? Will you ever know? Years ago my lid was sealed They threw me down in the potter's field With the souls of the lost and forgotten And though my name is dead and gone I remain and I carry on And I roam with an old band of brothers And if you strum the ancient string You may call my spirit in Or if you blow on the whole of the whistle By an old highland air I may stop and listen there Or when the wren pulls her nest from the thistle In the ripple that rolls on the water In the high rollin' wave out at sea In the shadow that flies in the valley In a riddle is where you'll find me High above the cuillen moor Stands the ole' man of storr In the mist, the stone, and the mountain If you scramble up that scree Won't you stay a while for me And watch the white rollin' waves wash the island G*: G w/2nd string 3rd fret E|-----3----- B|-----3----- G|-----0----- D|-----0----- A|-----2------ E|-----3------ Am*: Just release 2nd & 3rd fingers from Am for one strum. E-----0----- B-----1----- G-----0----- D-----0----- A-----0----- E-----x-----