As I Leave Behind Neidin Lyrics and chords
As I Leave Behind Neidin, Irish Folk Song. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included. Irish Folk Song Written by singer and songwriter Jimmy McCarthy,This one was recorded by Mary Black and also by The Fureys. Jimmy McCarthy wrote many songs that were recorded by Mary Black including the hit song Katie [ lyrics ]. The second set of chords are set to the key that The Furey Brothers [songs] play the song in. Another Irish contemporary singer Tommy Flemming also covered the song. The youtube video is by The Furey Brothers And Davie Arthur. The chords are suitable for the mandolin and banjo. The most famous versions on youtube are by Mary Black, The Furey Brothers and Irish contemporary singer Tommy Flemming.
About The Song Néidín By Jimmy McCarthy
he genial Darby Crowley is a brother of legendary folk singer Jimmy Crowley, and it was in Darby's company that I set to work on 'As I Leave Behind Néidín". We travelled in Darby's van through Coolea up over the county bounds between Cork and Kerry, climbing and falling, rhododendron everywhere. We were on our Anonymous and adhered to its philosophy for the rest of his life, bar the occasional lost weekend. I returned home to my parents' house at the age of thirty and, with my father's incredible support,
I surrendered to the same programme - to hand my life over to God as I understood him to be, and, one day at a time, not to take that first drink. I have been sober now for nine- teen years and, though still very far from perfect, I feel I owe my blessed life to this programme. I wonder if Jack Doyle had found his way into any of the countless AA rooms all over the world would his story have been a different one. It was with this recognition of a fellow alcoholic that I wrote The Contender' and 'That Face'.
"That Face' is a collection of lyric scraps that were all written in a state of hangover (at which I excelled) and conveniently fell together to make this piece. way to Kenmare - Néidín, as Gaeilge - to the Cibeál Cincise, a great festival run by the mighty Joe Thoma. It was a wonderful feast of art, music, dance and craic.
Joe worked tirelessly putting these festivals together, which were of great benefit to the town. Obviously the place would be littered at the end of these Whit Bank Holiday weekends, and some locals on their way to mass on Sunday morning had a little difficulty in negotiating the bodies sprawled in sleeping bags on the main street. First thing on Monday morning, aggrieved inhabitants would lay into Joe, who then, in his frustration to explain his predicament, would mimic the complainers, 'Yourself and your fecking festival. The town is filthay.'
On Monday lunchtime, Darby and I went to Crowley's bar, owned by the kindly and wise Mrs Crowley, who kept a great house for traditional music sessions. We went for something to steady the nerves, and to listen to the sublime fiddle playing of Seamus and Manus Maguire. We listened for an hour in delight, finished our drinks and headed for home. I looked out the back window as we drove away and there, in black and white, the sign for Néidín, a starting point. When I got home with my scribbled notes I finished the song, my first on piano. When I woke the following morning, in my bedsit in Lavanagh, Ballintemple in Cork, and switched on the tape of the finished song, I declared I had written my pension.
Jimmy McCarthy
he genial Darby Crowley is a brother of legendary folk singer Jimmy Crowley, and it was in Darby's company that I set to work on 'As I Leave Behind Néidín". We travelled in Darby's van through Coolea up over the county bounds between Cork and Kerry, climbing and falling, rhododendron everywhere. We were on our Anonymous and adhered to its philosophy for the rest of his life, bar the occasional lost weekend. I returned home to my parents' house at the age of thirty and, with my father's incredible support,
I surrendered to the same programme - to hand my life over to God as I understood him to be, and, one day at a time, not to take that first drink. I have been sober now for nine- teen years and, though still very far from perfect, I feel I owe my blessed life to this programme. I wonder if Jack Doyle had found his way into any of the countless AA rooms all over the world would his story have been a different one. It was with this recognition of a fellow alcoholic that I wrote The Contender' and 'That Face'.
"That Face' is a collection of lyric scraps that were all written in a state of hangover (at which I excelled) and conveniently fell together to make this piece. way to Kenmare - Néidín, as Gaeilge - to the Cibeál Cincise, a great festival run by the mighty Joe Thoma. It was a wonderful feast of art, music, dance and craic.
Joe worked tirelessly putting these festivals together, which were of great benefit to the town. Obviously the place would be littered at the end of these Whit Bank Holiday weekends, and some locals on their way to mass on Sunday morning had a little difficulty in negotiating the bodies sprawled in sleeping bags on the main street. First thing on Monday morning, aggrieved inhabitants would lay into Joe, who then, in his frustration to explain his predicament, would mimic the complainers, 'Yourself and your fecking festival. The town is filthay.'
On Monday lunchtime, Darby and I went to Crowley's bar, owned by the kindly and wise Mrs Crowley, who kept a great house for traditional music sessions. We went for something to steady the nerves, and to listen to the sublime fiddle playing of Seamus and Manus Maguire. We listened for an hour in delight, finished our drinks and headed for home. I looked out the back window as we drove away and there, in black and white, the sign for Néidín, a starting point. When I got home with my scribbled notes I finished the song, my first on piano. When I woke the following morning, in my bedsit in Lavanagh, Ballintemple in Cork, and switched on the tape of the finished song, I declared I had written my pension.
Jimmy McCarthy
[G]As I leave[D7] behind Nei[G]din
[G]It's like purple [D7]splashed on[G] green,[G7]
My[C] soul is strangely led[G]
To the[A7] winding hills a[D]head
And she[G] plays a[D7] melo[G]dy
Of[C] winds and streams for[B] me
[C]Won't you remember,[G] won't you remember
[D]Won't you remember[G] me?
And we wind and climb and fall
Like the greatest waltz of all
Float across the floor
Her sweet breath outside the door
And it's time that I was gone
Across the silver tear
Won't you remember, won't you remember
Won't you remember me?
As I leave behind Neidin
In the halls where we have been
Rhododendrons in her hair
In the scent of mountain air*
I still feel her spirit song
Across the silver tear
Won't you remember, won't you remember
Won't you remember me?
* Mary Black sings: "mountain-scented air."
[G]It's like purple [D7]splashed on[G] green,[G7]
My[C] soul is strangely led[G]
To the[A7] winding hills a[D]head
And she[G] plays a[D7] melo[G]dy
Of[C] winds and streams for[B] me
[C]Won't you remember,[G] won't you remember
[D]Won't you remember[G] me?
And we wind and climb and fall
Like the greatest waltz of all
Float across the floor
Her sweet breath outside the door
And it's time that I was gone
Across the silver tear
Won't you remember, won't you remember
Won't you remember me?
As I leave behind Neidin
In the halls where we have been
Rhododendrons in her hair
In the scent of mountain air*
I still feel her spirit song
Across the silver tear
Won't you remember, won't you remember
Won't you remember me?
* Mary Black sings: "mountain-scented air."
Here's the guitar chords for The Fureys Version
With Finbar an vocals.
The intro chords G D G D G D G
[D]As I leave[G] be[D]hind Nei[G]din
[G]It's like purple [D]splashed on[G] green,[G7]
My[C] soul is strangely [G]led
[Em]Through the[Am] winding [G]hills a[D]head[Am]
she[G] plays a[D7] melo[G]dy
Of[C] winds and streams [G]for[Bm] me
Won't [C]you remem[Am]ber,[G] won't you remem[Em]ber
[D]Won't you remember[G] me?
With Finbar an vocals.
The intro chords G D G D G D G
[D]As I leave[G] be[D]hind Nei[G]din
[G]It's like purple [D]splashed on[G] green,[G7]
My[C] soul is strangely [G]led
[Em]Through the[Am] winding [G]hills a[D]head[Am]
she[G] plays a[D7] melo[G]dy
Of[C] winds and streams [G]for[Bm] me
Won't [C]you remem[Am]ber,[G] won't you remem[Em]ber
[D]Won't you remember[G] me?