Song For Ireland Dubliners
Walki[G#]ng all the day, nea[F#]r tall towers[A] where [G#]falcons build their n[B]ests. [E]
Silve[G#]r winged they fly, [F#]they know the[A] call o[G#]f freedom in their br[B]ests. [E]
Saw[A] black head against the s[C#]ky, where twi[B]sted roc[G#]k my run to the sea[E]. [B]
Livi[A]ng on your western sh[C#]ore, saw s[B]ummer sunsets a[G#]sk f[B]or m[E]ore. [B]
I sto[A]od by your Atlantic s[B]ea, and s[A]ang a s[G#]ong for I[C#]relan[E]d.
Drinking all the day, in old pubs where fiddlers love to play.
Saw one touch the bow, he played a reel which seemed so grand and gay.
Stood on dingle beach and cast, in white foam we found Atlantic bass
Uillean pipe & guitar instrumental
Talking all the day, with true friends who tried to make you stay.
Telling jokes and the news, singing songs to while the time away.
Watch the Galway salmon run, like silver, darting, dancing in the sun.
Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where noone had to fight.
Walking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light.
Sleeping where the falcons fly, they twist and turn all in your Eire (air) blue sky.
Tin Wistle & Guitar instrumental