There you are Patriot1314. I've typed these up from the sleeve notes from Ian's album "Blodwen's Dream", but I'm afraid I can't help with the chords.

Like an ogre to children is the whip to the mare
Like tomcats to mice are the hounds to the hare
Their tears are belittled by mine of the chair
So wide-eyed I lie with a mind full of care

If I were a lighthouse in time's tortuous seas
And the morning was sailing to me
My light occluding I'd turn her around
Send the morning back sailing to sea, to sea
Send the morning back sailing to sea.

No chance of escape with nowhere to run
No choice but to wait for the impending sun
So I fear in the morning that I am undone
And they say that it's painless, which comforts me none.

This dawdling darkness is now at an end
My heart beats like thunder and trembles attend
But my heart beat its last when the shock they did send
Twas their task to ensure I kill never again

But it was never was in me, I never could kill
So a murderer somewhere believes I lie still
And as ghost of the chair I've a deed to fulfill
If vengeance is sweet, then have it I will