Bright Blue Rose Lyrics And Chords
Christy Moore, Tommy Flemming and Mary Black are well known singers of this Irish folk song, written by Jimmy Mc Carthy,Jimmy is one of Ireland's finest songwriters and a great singer too. He also wrote No Frontiers,The Contender [ lyrics ],and many more. The chords I have used here have been simplified and make the song easier to play.
About Bright Blue Rose By Jimmy McCarthy
On returning to Switzerland, I wrote like a man possessed. Something had changed in me. I just did not feel easy, I was lost
in a deep pool and waiting for the river to rise, writing page after page of subconscious flow, with no idea what it meant. I returned home to my parent's house and my health gave in. It was nothing life threatening: I was suffering from a condition that was the result of being run down. Still, I felt desperately ill and was in need of a reasonably simple medical procedure, so a hospital bed was booked.
This was during the notorious hospital cutbacks of that time in the 1980s. On arrival, the overnight bed was not available, and the surgical procedure was carried out on a trolley in a small storeroom, half full with cardboard boxes of medical supplies. An hour later, I was given a cup of tea and was told I could go. As I walked through Accident and Emergency towards the door, I felt faint and collapsed, but finding my feet as quickly as possible, I made my way to the reception nearby expecting to be whisked to care. They called for a taxi.
During the following week of recuperation, a songwriter friend, Martin Egan from Dingle, came to stay with us for a few days. On Good Friday morning he moved on, and, on that same day, I had words with my father. I had been trying to shape my litany into a verse and was like a hair trigger.
After my disagreement with my father, I decided to head for Kenmare to some celebration or other but, by Saturday evening in the Kenmare Bay Hotel, I felt very ill, so I booked a room and checked in. Then a woman, a healer who shall remain nameless, approached me and said, 'You look very unwell. Let me give you a blast.' We went to my hotel room where she asked me to sit on a chair and take my shirt off. I felt unbelievable heat coming from her hands onto my back, even though she wasn't making physical contact with me. Within twenty minutes or so I got a surge of energy.
I returned to the celebrations where I sang four or five songs with Chris Mechan and his Red-Neck Friends, if my memory serves me well. Before going to bed, this healer gave me one last blast and I awoke on Easter Sunday morning totally recovered. From the bedside locker, I picked up my ever-present notepad with the work in progress, and wrote the completing lines: 'One bright blue rose outlives all those/Two thousand years and still it goes/To ponder his death and his life eternally.' I generally regard a chorus as a logical conclusion so, pick- ing up my guitar, I sang the chorus which came to me spontaneously, put it on paper and said, 'Yes, there is a God and thanks be to God.'
I sang it to the girls who came to do the room, and sang it at least another dozen times during that same day, sometimes accompanied by Joe Thomas on fiddle. I could dissect aspects of the 'The Bright Blue Rose', and wax lyrical about its creation until the cows come home, but it happened exactly as I have described. It is a mysterious piece and nothing I could disclose would let you know any thing more about it, but I can honestly say, you will be glad when you sing it.
Jimmy McCarthy
On returning to Switzerland, I wrote like a man possessed. Something had changed in me. I just did not feel easy, I was lost
in a deep pool and waiting for the river to rise, writing page after page of subconscious flow, with no idea what it meant. I returned home to my parent's house and my health gave in. It was nothing life threatening: I was suffering from a condition that was the result of being run down. Still, I felt desperately ill and was in need of a reasonably simple medical procedure, so a hospital bed was booked.
This was during the notorious hospital cutbacks of that time in the 1980s. On arrival, the overnight bed was not available, and the surgical procedure was carried out on a trolley in a small storeroom, half full with cardboard boxes of medical supplies. An hour later, I was given a cup of tea and was told I could go. As I walked through Accident and Emergency towards the door, I felt faint and collapsed, but finding my feet as quickly as possible, I made my way to the reception nearby expecting to be whisked to care. They called for a taxi.
During the following week of recuperation, a songwriter friend, Martin Egan from Dingle, came to stay with us for a few days. On Good Friday morning he moved on, and, on that same day, I had words with my father. I had been trying to shape my litany into a verse and was like a hair trigger.
After my disagreement with my father, I decided to head for Kenmare to some celebration or other but, by Saturday evening in the Kenmare Bay Hotel, I felt very ill, so I booked a room and checked in. Then a woman, a healer who shall remain nameless, approached me and said, 'You look very unwell. Let me give you a blast.' We went to my hotel room where she asked me to sit on a chair and take my shirt off. I felt unbelievable heat coming from her hands onto my back, even though she wasn't making physical contact with me. Within twenty minutes or so I got a surge of energy.
I returned to the celebrations where I sang four or five songs with Chris Mechan and his Red-Neck Friends, if my memory serves me well. Before going to bed, this healer gave me one last blast and I awoke on Easter Sunday morning totally recovered. From the bedside locker, I picked up my ever-present notepad with the work in progress, and wrote the completing lines: 'One bright blue rose outlives all those/Two thousand years and still it goes/To ponder his death and his life eternally.' I generally regard a chorus as a logical conclusion so, pick- ing up my guitar, I sang the chorus which came to me spontaneously, put it on paper and said, 'Yes, there is a God and thanks be to God.'
I sang it to the girls who came to do the room, and sang it at least another dozen times during that same day, sometimes accompanied by Joe Thomas on fiddle. I could dissect aspects of the 'The Bright Blue Rose', and wax lyrical about its creation until the cows come home, but it happened exactly as I have described. It is a mysterious piece and nothing I could disclose would let you know any thing more about it, but I can honestly say, you will be glad when you sing it.
Jimmy McCarthy
Jimmy McCarthy from Cork is one of the finest writers in Ireland, Jimmy writes what's called ''Contemporary Ballads'' , and that's the stuff Christy Moore loves to sing, from ''Missing You'', to ''Ride On [ lyrics ]'' which are both classics, but today I'm having a go at singing the Bright Blue Rose in the key of D, I broke this one down into a three chord job but I also give the other ones which are Bm and C. it's up to yourself which way you want to play it.
Here's another easy 3 chord job, you can also play an A7 chord at ''unharmed'' , .
In the chorus there's another way oy playing using Em and a C chord.
Example -
[Em]For All Of [A]You Who Must Dis[D]cover
[Em]For All Who Se[A]ek To Under[D]stand
[Em]For Having [A]Left The Path Of [D]Others,,[Bm]
[C]You'll Find A [G]Very Special [A]Hand,,[A7]
Here's another easy 3 chord job, you can also play an A7 chord at ''unharmed'' , .
In the chorus there's another way oy playing using Em and a C chord.
Example -
[Em]For All Of [A]You Who Must Dis[D]cover
[Em]For All Who Se[A]ek To Under[D]stand
[Em]For Having [A]Left The Path Of [D]Others,,[Bm]
[C]You'll Find A [G]Very Special [A]Hand,,[A7]
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I[D] skimmed across black water,[G]without once sub-merging,
[D]Onto the banks of an urban[A] morning, That[D] hungers the first light[G] much,much more than the[D] mountains[A] ever[D] do, And [D]she like the ghost beside me,[G]goes down with the ease of a dolphin, [D]And emerges un[A]learned un shamed un[D]harmed, For[D] she is the perfect creature,a[G] natural in every feature, And[D] I am the geek with the[A] alchemist[D] stone. [Chorus] For[G] all of[A] you must dis[D]cover,for[G] all who[A] seek to under[D]stand, For[G] having[A] left the path of[D] others,you'll find a very special[D] hand. [2] And it is a holy thing and it is a precious time, And it is the only way, Forget-me-nots among the snow,it's always been and so it goes, To ponder his death and his life eternally. [3] One bright blue rose out-lives all thoes,two thousand years and so it goes, To ponder his death and his life eternally. Alternative chords in the key of E.
I [E] skimmed across black water, [A] without once sub-merging, [E] Onto the banks of an urban [B] morning, That [E] hungers the first light [A] much,much more than the [E] mountains [B] ever [E] do, And [E] she like the ghost beside me, [A] goes down with the ease of a dolphin, [E] And emerges un [B] learned un shamed un [E] harmed, For [E] she is the perfect creature,a [A] natural in every feature, And [E] I am the geek with the [B] alchemist [E] stone. [Chorus] For [A] all of [B] you must dis [E] cover,for [A] all who [B] seek to under [E] stand, For [A] having [B] left the path of [E] others,you'll find a very special [E] hand. Key Of G Major
I [G] skimmed across black water, [C] without once sub-merging, [G] Onto the banks of an urban [D] morning, That [G] hungers the first light [C] much,much more than the [G] mountains [D] ever [G] do, And [G] she like the ghost beside me, [C] goes down with the ease of a dolphin, [G] And emerges un [D] learned un shamed un [G] harmed, For [G] she is the perfect creature,a [C] natural in every feature, And [G] I am the geek with the [D] alchemist [G] stone. [Chorus] For [C] all of [D] you must dis [G] cover,for [C] all who [D] seek to under [G] stand, For [C] having [D] left the path of [G] others,you'll find a very special [G] hand. |
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To play along with Jimmy McCarthy and Christy Moore then play in the key of G.
Alternative chords for the key of C.
I [C] skimmed across black water, [F] without once sub-merging,
[C] Onto the banks of an urban [G] morning,
That [C] hungers the first light [F] much,much more than the [C] mountains [G] ever [C] do,
And [C] she like the ghost beside me, [F] goes down with the ease of a dolphin,
[C] And emerges un [G] learned un shamed un [C] harmed,
For [C] she is the perfect creature,a [F] natural in every feature,
And [C] I am the geek with the [G] alchemist [C] stone.
[Chorus]
For [F] all of [G] you must dis [C] cover,for [F] all who [G] seek to under [C] stand,
For [F] having [G] left the path of [C] others,you'll find a very special [C] hand.
I [C] skimmed across black water, [F] without once sub-merging,
[C] Onto the banks of an urban [G] morning,
That [C] hungers the first light [F] much,much more than the [C] mountains [G] ever [C] do,
And [C] she like the ghost beside me, [F] goes down with the ease of a dolphin,
[C] And emerges un [G] learned un shamed un [C] harmed,
For [C] she is the perfect creature,a [F] natural in every feature,
And [C] I am the geek with the [G] alchemist [C] stone.
[Chorus]
For [F] all of [G] you must dis [C] cover,for [F] all who [G] seek to under [C] stand,
For [F] having [G] left the path of [C] others,you'll find a very special [C] hand.
Jimmy McCarthy song Bright Blue Rose
Bright blue rose guitar tab in G Major
The Bright Blue Rose Poem
Bright blue rose,
A rare sight to see,
A flower so unique,
In its own beauty.
Against the green,
Of leaves and thorns,
It stands out,
Like a gem adorned.
With petals so delicate,
And a hue so bold,
It captures the heart,
And never grows old.
In a world of red and pink,
This rose shines bright,
A symbol of hope,
In the darkest of night.
For it's not just a flower,
But a symbol of grace,
A reminder to us all,
To find beauty in every place.
So let the bright blue rose,
Be a beacon of light,
And fill our hearts,
With wonder and delight.
For in this world of chaos,
It's a ray of hope,
A reminder to us all,
That beauty can still cope.
So let us cherish,
This bright blue rose,
For it's a reminder,
That beauty truly glows.
Bright blue rose,
A rare sight to see,
A flower so unique,
In its own beauty.
Against the green,
Of leaves and thorns,
It stands out,
Like a gem adorned.
With petals so delicate,
And a hue so bold,
It captures the heart,
And never grows old.
In a world of red and pink,
This rose shines bright,
A symbol of hope,
In the darkest of night.
For it's not just a flower,
But a symbol of grace,
A reminder to us all,
To find beauty in every place.
So let the bright blue rose,
Be a beacon of light,
And fill our hearts,
With wonder and delight.
For in this world of chaos,
It's a ray of hope,
A reminder to us all,
That beauty can still cope.
So let us cherish,
This bright blue rose,
For it's a reminder,
That beauty truly glows.
