This is one of the first songs I wrote. I was working on the West Coast of 
the Queen Charlotte Islands for a few months, blasting stumps and hooking pads 
on a power shovel. It rained almost every day between Christmas and Easter 
but when the sun came out, it was beautiful!

Key of C

 C           C7       F               G7
Oh I'm sitting on the edge of, fifty miles from nowhere,
    C         Am   F     G7
The fog is hanging low like an old patchwork quilt.
     F             G7       C             Am
The moon ain't shining bright, the stars aren't out tonight. 
F           G7         C
And I'm sitting on the edge of, fifty miles from nowhere.

C                      C7            F               G7
Hear the crying of the gulls as they glide above the ocean
C         Am     F     G7
Feel the cool salt breeze as it rolls in from the sea.
        F                  G7              C               Am
In the distance hear the breakers as they mark the pass of time.
     F     G7         C
On a wild distant shore, fifty miles from nowhere.

C         C7            F               G7
Hear the rustling of the pines with the breeze upon the branches.
        C         Am     F     G7
Hear the croaking of the frogs as they sit beneath the rushes.
         F         G7           C               Am
Hear the screeching of a nighthawk as upon a mouse he pounces.                                 F     G7   C
Life goes on, fifty miles from nowhere.

C                         C7      F                  G7
This is the first day of the last, fifty miles from nowhere.
C             Am   F         G7
See the new green grass, fifty miles from nowhere.
F     G7           C           Am
See the sun a shimmering off a little mossy creek.
  F         G7     C
In this memory of the past, fifty miles from nowhere

 C           C7       F               G7
Oh I'm sitting on the edge of, fifty miles from nowhere,
    C         Am   F     G7
The fog is hanging low like an old patchwork quilt.
     F             G7       C             Am
The moon ain't shining bright, the stars aren't out tonight. 
F           G7         C
And I'm just sitting on the edge of, fifty miles from nowhere.


Instrumental Tag

© by Francis H. Peters

March 1973, Nov  2012

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