A Father's Blessing Guitar Chords And Lyrics
The Irish Brigade. written by Gerry O' Glacain [ Singer With The Irish Brigade] Chords by Bob Sharpe. This song is a tribute to Joe McDonnell (1951–1981) who died on hunger strike in Long Kesh Prison. This one was also recorded by Shebeen along with Athen Rye. If you want to play along with the Irish Brigade version place a capo on the second fret and play the chords given. They are in the key of D. A father's blessing sheet music by The Irish Brigade now included with the tin whistle notes.
Intro- C-F-G-C
[C] Children's laughter children [Am] tears
Childish [C] joys of childhood [Am] years
Are just [F] memories of our once happy [G] home
Its not [C] death that brings the [Am] pain
I would [C] face it all again
But it [F] grieves me so to [G] leave you all [C] along
CHORUS
Do the [F] wee ones still [G] sigh When they [C] hear their daddy's [Am] name
Do they [F] sadly ask you [G] why I [C] won't be home a[C7]gain
How [F] hard it is to [G] know I'll [C] never see them [Am] grow
Let my [F] dying bring for [G] them a better [C] land
May they never know the fears
That blighted my young years
Of the shackles that have bound my native land
May they see the joy of life
And not cruel civil strife
Foreign laws imposed by brutal strangers hands
Let them grow in love and truth
Let them blossom into youth
Guided by their mother's loving hand
Let them cherish Ireland's pride
For this Joe McDonnell died
Let them know their father loved them and his land
Let my [F] dying bring for [G] them a better [Am] land.
Let them [F] know their father [G] loved them and his [C] land
[C] Children's laughter children [Am] tears
Childish [C] joys of childhood [Am] years
Are just [F] memories of our once happy [G] home
Its not [C] death that brings the [Am] pain
I would [C] face it all again
But it [F] grieves me so to [G] leave you all [C] along
CHORUS
Do the [F] wee ones still [G] sigh When they [C] hear their daddy's [Am] name
Do they [F] sadly ask you [G] why I [C] won't be home a[C7]gain
How [F] hard it is to [G] know I'll [C] never see them [Am] grow
Let my [F] dying bring for [G] them a better [C] land
May they never know the fears
That blighted my young years
Of the shackles that have bound my native land
May they see the joy of life
And not cruel civil strife
Foreign laws imposed by brutal strangers hands
Let them grow in love and truth
Let them blossom into youth
Guided by their mother's loving hand
Let them cherish Ireland's pride
For this Joe McDonnell died
Let them know their father loved them and his land
Let my [F] dying bring for [G] them a better [Am] land.
Let them [F] know their father [G] loved them and his [C] land