Penelope Words by Joe FicklinAm C For ten long years he camped before the gates of Troy D Am Plotting their destruction, that city to destroy C D C D All for the sake of a girl he never knew C D C D Crafty and cunning, those walls he overthrew C D G And he started on his journey home to you Chorus: G D C D Weave a shroud, Penelope, and when it's done, a wife you'll be G C Odysseus is dead by now, lost upon the raging sea D C D And when the weaving's almost through, rip the threads, and start anew G D C G Odysseus is lost at sea; weave a shroud, Penelope Am C His journey by the gods delayed, how could you know D Am Captive on her island, six years with Calypso C D C D The men he lost to Cyclops, Poseidon's rage he'd earn C D C D The ships he lost to tempest, the ships with madness burn C D G But you never doubted that he would return Chorus: G D C D Weave a shroud, Penelope, and when it's done, a wife you'll be G C Odysseus is dead by now, lost upon the raging sea D C D And when the weaving's almost through, rip the threads, and start anew G D C G Odysseus is lost at sea; weave a shroud, Penelope Am C For twenty years as queen you've kept your faithfulness D Am And ruled your island nation despite your distress C D C D And though without his father you still raised a son C D C D Surrounded then by suitors you would choose no one C D G Until that hateful burial shroud was done Chorus: G D C D Weave a shroud, Penelope, and when it's done, a wife you'll be G C Odysseus is dead by now, lost upon the raging sea D C D And when the weaving's almost through, rip the threads, and start anew G D C G Odysseus is lost at sea; weave a shroud, Penelope Am C Betrayed, the shroud is finished, but a contest now is planned D Am An arrow through twelve axeheads, the winner gets your hand C D C D But none can lift the string to bow except a single man C D C D A stranger bowed, misshapen, with skin wind worn and tan C D G Let loose an arrow and through the shafts it ran Chorus: G D C D Weave a shroud, Penelope, and when it's done, a wife you'll be G C Odysseus is dead by now, lost upon the raging sea D C D And when the weaving's almost through, rip the threads, and start anew G D C G Odysseus is lost at sea; weave a shroud, Penelope