Capo'd at the 2nd fret [G]I was born a land-bound [C]farm [G]boy and [Em]in New [D]England [C]raised, The rippling of the [G]wheat fields, well they [Em]were my ocean [D]waves. Each [G]cry and call, each [C]rise and [G]fall, of the [Em]crows a-[D]cross the [C]corn Were seagulls [G]swooping a-[D]cross the [G]bow, of a [C]ship I dreamed I'[Em]d...