You raise me up flute notes showing the finger position of every know. This format is ideal for beginners just learning how to play the flute. The sheet music is in G.

​Boulevard of broken dreams fingerstyle guitar tab with song lyrics in the key of G Major.

George Miller
VERSE
Me name is Frankie Kavanagh in Ireland I do dwell
It's all about a curse I sing the truth to you I'll tell
A banshee does appear to us a harbinger of death
A warning that soon one of us will draw their final breath
INSTRUMENTAL
                
                    
VERSE
It was a dark and stormy night no moon to light the sky
I wasn't more than four or five when first I heard her cry
A wailing lamentation that filled me with the fright
And in the morning I was told your grandad died last night
CHORUS
Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane
Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain
The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied
The devil's out a-hunting when you hear the banshee's cry
oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
INSTRUMENTAL
                
                    
VERSE
She comes to warn the family that death is creeping near
Her eyes are red from crying as she sheds her bitter tears
A woman of the fairy folk she sings in mournful tones
And if you heard her keening it would chill you to the bone
CHORUS
Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane
Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain
The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied
The devil's out a-hunting when you hear the banshee's cry
oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
INSTRUMENTAL
                
                    
VERSE
to hear the banshee howling is to make your blood run cold
Knowing that the devil's come to claim another soul
The family is all gone now i'm the last you see
Every night I wait in dread to hear her cry for me

CHORUS
Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane
Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain
The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied
The devil's out a-hunting when you hear the banshee's cry

​{c: INTRODUCTION}
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]
{c: VERSE}
[Am]Me name is Frankie Kavanagh in Ireland I do dwell
It's [C]all about a [D]curse I sing the [Em]truth to you I'll [Am]tell
A banshee does appear to us a harbinger of death
A [C]warning that soon [D]one of us will [Em]draw their final [Am]breath
{c: INSTRUMENTAL}
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]
{c: VERSE}
It was a dark and stormy night no moon to light the sky
I [C]wasn't more than [Dm]four or five when [E]first I heard her [Am]cry
A wailing lamentation that filled me with the fright
And [C]in the morning I [D]was told your [Em]grandad died last [Am]night
{c: CHORUS}
[F]Perhaps it's just the [G]wind that's whistling [C]round the window pane
Or [Dm]maybe it was [F]thunder or the [E7]rhythm of the [Am]rain
The [F]old ones say an [G]omen and [C]death won't be denied
The [Dm]devil's out a-[F]hunting when you [E7]hear the banshee's [Am]cry
[F]oh-oh oh-o[Em]h oh-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh[Dm] oh-oh[Em] oh-oh[Am] oh-oh
[F]oh-oh [Em]oh-oh o[Am]h-oh o[Dm]h-oh oh[F]-oh oh[Em]-oh oh-[Am]oh oh-oh
{c: INSTRUMENTAL}
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]
{c: VERSE}
[Am]She comes to warn the family that death is creeping near
Her [C]eyes are red from [Dm]crying as she [E]sheds her bitter [Am]tears
A woman of the fairy folk she sings in mournful tones
And [C]if you heard her [D]keening it would [Em]chill you [E]to the [Am]bone
{c: CHORUS}
[F]Perhaps it's just the [G]wind that's whistling [C]round the window pane
Or [Dm]maybe it was [F]thunder or the [E7]rhythm of the [Am]rain
The [F]old ones say an [G]omen and [C]death won't be denied
The [Dm]devil's out a-[F]hunting when you [E7]hear the banshee's [Am]cry
[F]oh-oh oh-o[Em]h oh-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh[Dm] oh-oh[Em] oh-oh[Am] oh-oh
[F]oh-oh [Em]oh-oh o[Am]h-oh o[D]h-oh o[F]h-oh o[Em]h-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh
{c: INSTRUMENTAL}
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]
{c: VERSE}
[Am]to hear the banshee howling is to make your blood run cold
[C]Knowing that the [D]devil's come to [Em]claim another [Am]soul
The family is all gone now i'm the last you see
[C]Every night I [D]wait in dread to [Em]hear her [E]cry for [Am]me

{c: CHORUS}
[F]Perhaps it's just the [G]wind that's whistling [C]round the window pane
Or [Dm]maybe it was [F]thunder or the [E7]rhythm of the [Am]rain
The [F]old ones say an [G]omen and [C]death won't be denied
The [Dm]devil's out a-[F]hunting when you [E7]hear the banshee's [Am]cry
[F]oh-oh oh-o[Em]h oh-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh[Dm] oh-oh[Em] oh-oh[Am] oh-oh
[F]oh-oh [Em]oh-oh o[Am]h-oh o[D]h-oh o[F]h-oh o[Em]h-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh
[F]oh-oh oh-o[Em]h oh-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh[Dm] oh-oh[Em] oh-oh[Am] oh-oh
[F]oh-oh [Em]oh-oh o[Am]h-oh o[D]h-oh o[F]h-oh o[Em]h-oh oh[Am]-oh oh-oh
{c: INSTRUMENTAL}
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]
[Am] [C] [Dm] [Em]
[Am] [C] [D] [Em] [Am]

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1939 As the Winter drew near 
The Warm clowds orr europe began to appear  
The ships on the oceans could not come to our shores 
The word went around “theres no coal for cappamore” 
Then the council sent word for to assemble all men 


The bogs must be opened and worked once again 
There is turf on the hill it is there to be seen 
And soon we were bound for the bog in Grageen  
 
Being broke from the dole we answered the call 
The grub it was scarce and the oul rations were lean 
We woke from our slumbers and came in great numbers 
To join the brigade for the bog in Grageen 
 
We had corbet the grocer the lawlore the bauder 
And O Neen O’ Donnell from up the fair green 
We had laheys and faheys we’d ryans and mulcahys  
As fair a contingment that ever was seen 
 
We Gorman the ganger and Murphy the trigger 
We had little Johnny Moricey up from Coneen 
We had men of distinction like Marshal the thinker 
Consenting to work on the bog in Grageen 
 
Oh we left sure our homes in the town of Cappamore  
For to walk to that bog it was five miles or more  
We skipped orr the meadows, the valleys and streams 
To be there for the work on top of Grageen  
 
Oh they came from Tower Hill, Pallas beg and Dromkeen 
From ein cappwhite and from old Pallasgreen 
And from famed Ballyneaty where Sarsfield had been 
Oh they winded there way up the slopes of Grageen 
 
Oh you joked and you talked as you went on your way 
If your legs they got tired sure twas back you must stay 
You puas to go home you betricks and between  
You were docked a quarter day for being late in Grageen 
 
If you started to work you were greifed on your pain 
If the weather stays fine youll get by all the day 
Your blessed with good luck while the sun can be seen 
If it rains on that day on the slopes of Grageen 
 
When dinner time came sure the fireman would say 
Bring along your long bread and half ounce of tea  
He get you a meal it would be fit for a queen 
But I doubt that she would dine on the bog of Grageen 
 
When Lunch you had taken your spirits would rise 
Man a thought an oul ganger* he would look up at the sky ​

Ganger* means the man in charge of a group of men, usually on a building site.