Old Days Remembered Lyrics And Chords By Daniel O'Donnell
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An old lady sits all alone in her chair As she rocks by the fire side bright In the shadow she's thinking of old days gone by As she reads by a dim candle light Her children are gone now she's left all alone Just to sit by the fire side light In her heart she's remembering those old days gone by And she prays that they'll come back again. Chorus When the children will play 'round the fields once again With their simple sweet little games And at night by the turf fire they's gather and long To hear mamma sing a refrain And the grandfather would play on his fiddle once more A tune he called old country life Those days she remembers so long long ago And she prays that they'll come back again. Now long years have past some how at last All of her children's come home And with them they bring all the kids of their own Just to visit their own mother at home Well she fills up with joy as she stands by the door And greets that small little boy In her heart she's remembering those old days gone by And she thanks God they've come back again. No the children will play 'round the fields once again With their simple sweet little games And at night by the turf fire they's gather and long To hear mamma sing a refrain And the grandfather would play on his fiddle once more A tune he called old country life Those days she remembers so long long ago And she prays that they'll come back again. |
Guitar chords
Intro G Dm C [C]An old lady [G]sits all a[C]lone in her chair As she rocks by the fire side [Dm]bright [G]In the shadow she's [Dm]thinking of [G]old days gone by As she reads by a dim candle [C]light Her children are gone now she's left all alone Just to sit by the fire side [F]light In her [G]heart she's remembering those old days gone [Dm]by And she[G] prays that they'll come back a[C]gain. Chorus When the [F]children will play 'round the fields once again With their [C]simple sweet little games And at [F]night by the turf fire they's gather and long To [Dm]hear mamma sing a re[G]frain And the [C]grandfather would play on his fiddle once more A tune he called[G] old country [F]life Those [G]days she rememberes so long long a[Dm]go And she [G]prays that they'll come back a[C]gain. |