Chords Used: Where I go, when i go there, No more memory anymore- Only men on distant ships, The women with them, swimming with them, to shore Where I go, when I go there, No more whispering anymore- Only hymns upon your lips; A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore Touch me-just like that. And that-oh, yeah-now, that's heaven. Now, that I like. God that's so nice. Now lower down, where the figs lie Pretty much the same throughout the rest of the song