Colum Sands Folk Song Lyrics With Chords
Colum is one of Ireland's finest singer / songwriters and has written about many aspects of Ireland and the Irish, from funny and sad songs to beautiful love songs. Colum comes from County Down Northern Ireland and is part of the famous Sands family. Most of the lyrics and chords are from the album ''The March Ditch'' with ''Ceasefire and Goethe's Song'' from the album ''All My Winding Journeys''
Ceasefire lyrics and chords
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands’ version from the album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ Gsus4 = 3-2-0-0-1-3 (This chord is optional, guitar work by Marc Fahrbach.
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the city, (D)ceasefire in the town
(C)Ceasefire on the country roads that (D)wander up and down
(Em)Ceasefire in the garden, (D)flowers all around
She (C)walks along the gravel path, her (D)feet the only (D7)sound.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)playing
She (C)watches them (Am)laugh in the (G)sun (Gsus4)
A (D)little girl's (D7)teaching her (D)brother to (D7)walk
And al(D)ready he's (C)trying to (G)run (Gsus4)
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)waiting
To(C)morrow a (Am)new day will (G)start (Gsus4)
And she (D)knows every (D7)time when she (D)puts her arms (D7)round them
The (D)future is (D7)close to her (G)heart. (Gsus4)
Am-Am-C-C-Am-D-D-D-D
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the winter, (D)ceasefire in the spring
(C)Ceasefire through the summer days of (D)roundabouts and swings
(Em)Ceasefire on the ocean, (D)ceasefire on the land
She (C)opens up the little gate with (D)flowers in her (D7)hand.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)city they're (Em)counting the (D)money
The (C)vultures are (Am)waiting to (G)feed (Gsus4)
The (D)merchants who (D7)deal in the (D)weapons of (D7)war
Know that (D)peace is the (C)last thing they (G)need (Gsus4)
They (G)feasted in (D)Flanders, Sai(Em)gon, Sara(D)jevo
To (C)them every (Am)cause is the (G)same (Gsus4)
And where (D)boots trample (D7)reason and (D)guns do the (D7)talking
They'll (D)set out their (D7)stalls once a(G)gain. (Gsus4)
Am-Am-C-C-Am-D-D-D-D
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the morning, (D)ceasefire afternoon
(C)Ceasefire in the evening and (D)night is coming soon
(Em)Ceasefire in the graveyard, she (D)stops and stands alone
Where (C)time is testing every name that's (D)written into (D7)stone.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)playing
She (C)watches them (Am)laugh in the (G)sun (Gsus4)
A (D)little girl's (D7)teaching her (D)brother to (D7)walk
And al(D)ready he's (C)trying to (G)run (Gsus4)
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)waiting
To(C)morrow a (Am)new day will (G)start (Gsus4)
And she (D)knows every (D7)time when she (D)puts her arms (D7)round them
The (D)future is (D7)close to her (G)heart. (Gsus4)
Instrumental Outro
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands’ version from the album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ Gsus4 = 3-2-0-0-1-3 (This chord is optional, guitar work by Marc Fahrbach.
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the city, (D)ceasefire in the town
(C)Ceasefire on the country roads that (D)wander up and down
(Em)Ceasefire in the garden, (D)flowers all around
She (C)walks along the gravel path, her (D)feet the only (D7)sound.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)playing
She (C)watches them (Am)laugh in the (G)sun (Gsus4)
A (D)little girl's (D7)teaching her (D)brother to (D7)walk
And al(D)ready he's (C)trying to (G)run (Gsus4)
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)waiting
To(C)morrow a (Am)new day will (G)start (Gsus4)
And she (D)knows every (D7)time when she (D)puts her arms (D7)round them
The (D)future is (D7)close to her (G)heart. (Gsus4)
Am-Am-C-C-Am-D-D-D-D
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the winter, (D)ceasefire in the spring
(C)Ceasefire through the summer days of (D)roundabouts and swings
(Em)Ceasefire on the ocean, (D)ceasefire on the land
She (C)opens up the little gate with (D)flowers in her (D7)hand.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)city they're (Em)counting the (D)money
The (C)vultures are (Am)waiting to (G)feed (Gsus4)
The (D)merchants who (D7)deal in the (D)weapons of (D7)war
Know that (D)peace is the (C)last thing they (G)need (Gsus4)
They (G)feasted in (D)Flanders, Sai(Em)gon, Sara(D)jevo
To (C)them every (Am)cause is the (G)same (Gsus4)
And where (D)boots trample (D7)reason and (D)guns do the (D7)talking
They'll (D)set out their (D7)stalls once a(G)gain. (Gsus4)
Am-Am-C-C-Am-D-D-D-D
Tuning 4/4
(Em)Ceasefire in the morning, (D)ceasefire afternoon
(C)Ceasefire in the evening and (D)night is coming soon
(Em)Ceasefire in the graveyard, she (D)stops and stands alone
Where (C)time is testing every name that's (D)written into (D7)stone.
Tuning 3/4
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)playing
She (C)watches them (Am)laugh in the (G)sun (Gsus4)
A (D)little girl's (D7)teaching her (D)brother to (D7)walk
And al(D)ready he's (C)trying to (G)run (Gsus4)
And (G)down in the (D)valley the (Em)children are (D)waiting
To(C)morrow a (Am)new day will (G)start (Gsus4)
And she (D)knows every (D7)time when she (D)puts her arms (D7)round them
The (D)future is (D7)close to her (G)heart. (Gsus4)
Instrumental Outro
The Boys From Tandragee Lyrics and chords
As used on Colum Sands’ album ‚All My Winding Journey’ with capo on 4th fret, an Irish folk song. Guitar chords Marc Fahrbach. 4/4. Rollicking boys of tandragee tin whistle sheet music notes are also included.
Intro: Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-G-G Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-Am-Am (2x)
Good (Am)luck to you all now barring the cat
That (G)sits in the corner a smelling the rat
Ah (Am)whisht you philandering girls and behave
And (G)saving your presence I'll (Am)chant you a stave –Am-Am
I (Am)come from a land where the praties grow big
And the (G)girls neat and handy can dance a fine jig
And the (Am)boys they would charm your heart for to see
They're (G)wonderfull fellas round (Am)Tandragee
Chorus
(Am)Here's to the boys that are happy and gay
(G)Singing an dancing and tearing away
(Am)Rollicksome frollicksome frisky and free
We're the (G)rollicking boys around (Am)Tandragee –Am-Am
The (Am)oul jaunting car is the elegant joult
And (G)Derry's the place that is famed for the hoult
A(Am)mong the green bushes that grow in Tyrone
And (G)County Fermanagh for (Am)muscle and bone –Am-Am
For (Am)feasting and brarney and fun at the fair
There's (G)none to compare with the Rakes of Kildare
Green (Am)Erin my country's the gem of the see
But the (G)gem of oul Ireland is (Am)Tandragee
Chorus
No (Am)doubt you have heard of Killarney I'm sure
And (G)sweet Inishowen for the drop of the pure
(Am)Dublin's the place for the Strawberry Beds
And (G)Donnybrook Fair for the (Am)cracking of heads –Am-Am
Did you (Am)ere see an Irishman dancing poltog
How he (G)faces his partner and turn up his brog
He (Am)shakes at the buckle and bends at the knee
(G)Wonderfull dancers in (Am)Tandragee
Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-G-G Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-Am-Am
Now (Am)where is the man either Christian or Turk
To (G)equal the bold Robert Emmet or Burke
(Am)Where is the lawyer could speak up like Dan
There's (G)devil another bad (Am)luck to the one –Am-Am
And (G)where is the singer could sing like Tom Moore
Whose (am)melodies charm every care from your door
We'll (Am)beat them all yet boys and that you will see
Sure we're (G)rearing fine fellas round (Am)Tandragee
The Coming Of Europe lyrics and chords
3/4 (Colum Sands) chords fit Colum Sands’ version on his album ‚The March Ditch’ The guitar work is by Marc Fahrbach, As with all the songs on this site if the key is too high or too low change it to fit your own voice with the chords changer on the site.
Now I'll (C)sing you a (G7)song of a (C)day that is gone and a(G)nother that's (G7)not far a(C)way,
For Europe is (G7)coming and (C)borders are going, at (G)least that's what (G7)everyone (C)says.
Here's a (G)health to the (G7)hands that (C)reach out to share, and may (G)they grow (G7)stronger each (C)day,
May the (C)hands that reach out to (G)grab and exploit, (G7)weaken and wither a(C)way. (2x)
Bridge: G7-G-C-C G7-G-C-C (Repeat after each verse)
Now it (C)wasn't the (G7)day, nor the (C)day before that, when (G)Europe gave (G7)us a sur(C)prise,
A big Inter(G7)national was (C)due to be played with the (G)Crown of ould (G7)England as (C)prize.
(G)Scotland and (G7)Holland were (C)into the final and no (G)tougher (G7)teams could be (C)found,
And (C)somebody said, in the (G)interests of peace, they should (G7)play in a neutral (C)ground. (2x)
First (C)Rome was su(G7)ggested but (C)that was contested for (G)reasons that (G7)I can't (C)explain,
But it seems every (G7)country was (C)awfully shy about (G)hosting the (G7)crowd pulling (C)game.
"Til a (G)brainwaving (G7)diplomat (C)stuck up his hand saying (G)I know a (G7)field that is (C)fine,
It's (C)lovely and flat and there's (G)room for a crowd and it (G7)lies on the banks of the (C)Boyne. (2x)
Well the (C)venue de(G7)cided the (C)date it was set, (G)training was (G7)soon under(C)way,
As Europe pre(G7)pared for the (C)game of the year in the (G)more or less (G7)usual (C)way.
(G)Flags were brought (G7)out and ex(C)cursions arranged, a (G)charter from (G7)France was the (C)plan.
As the (C)Irish prepared to play (G)host to a game that would (G7)change every woman and (C)man. (2x)
When the (C)day of the (G7)final at (C)last come along, ex(G)citement had (G7)risen so (C)much,
That over in (G7)Rome they were (C)praying all day that (G)victory would (G7)go to the (C)Dutch.
Now it (G)seems that the (G7)Stuarts were (C)thin on the ground, spec(G)tators were (G7)soon out of (C)hand,
The (C)Irish took sides and the (G)battle it raged 'til it (G7)ravaged the half of the (C)land. (2x)
The (C)Dutch won the (G7)cup and both (C)teams disappeared, leaving (G)death and dest(G7)ruction be(C)hind.
And so much ill (G7)feeling that (C)three hundred years could (G)not put it (G7)out of our (C)minds.
Now (G)three hundred (G7)years is a (C)long time to learn but I (G)hope we can (G7)learn all the (C)same.
That (C)most people lose when their (G)country is used for (G7)dangerous military (C)games. (2x)
And (C)there is my (G7)song of a (C)day that is gone and a(G)nother that's (G7)not far a(C)way,
For Europe is (G7)coming and (C)borders are going, at (G)least that's what (G7)everyone (C)says.
Here's a (G)health to the (G7)hands that (C)reach out to share, and may (G)they grow (G7)stronger each (C)day,
May the (C)hands that reach out to (G)grab and exploit, weaken and (G7)wither a(C)way. (2x)
One final verse humming (slowly fading)
As used on Colum Sands’ album ‚All My Winding Journey’ with capo on 4th fret, an Irish folk song. Guitar chords Marc Fahrbach. 4/4. Rollicking boys of tandragee tin whistle sheet music notes are also included.
Intro: Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-G-G Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-Am-Am (2x)
Good (Am)luck to you all now barring the cat
That (G)sits in the corner a smelling the rat
Ah (Am)whisht you philandering girls and behave
And (G)saving your presence I'll (Am)chant you a stave –Am-Am
I (Am)come from a land where the praties grow big
And the (G)girls neat and handy can dance a fine jig
And the (Am)boys they would charm your heart for to see
They're (G)wonderfull fellas round (Am)Tandragee
Chorus
(Am)Here's to the boys that are happy and gay
(G)Singing an dancing and tearing away
(Am)Rollicksome frollicksome frisky and free
We're the (G)rollicking boys around (Am)Tandragee –Am-Am
The (Am)oul jaunting car is the elegant joult
And (G)Derry's the place that is famed for the hoult
A(Am)mong the green bushes that grow in Tyrone
And (G)County Fermanagh for (Am)muscle and bone –Am-Am
For (Am)feasting and brarney and fun at the fair
There's (G)none to compare with the Rakes of Kildare
Green (Am)Erin my country's the gem of the see
But the (G)gem of oul Ireland is (Am)Tandragee
Chorus
No (Am)doubt you have heard of Killarney I'm sure
And (G)sweet Inishowen for the drop of the pure
(Am)Dublin's the place for the Strawberry Beds
And (G)Donnybrook Fair for the (Am)cracking of heads –Am-Am
Did you (Am)ere see an Irishman dancing poltog
How he (G)faces his partner and turn up his brog
He (Am)shakes at the buckle and bends at the knee
(G)Wonderfull dancers in (Am)Tandragee
Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-G-G Am-Am-Am-Am G-G-Am-Am
Now (Am)where is the man either Christian or Turk
To (G)equal the bold Robert Emmet or Burke
(Am)Where is the lawyer could speak up like Dan
There's (G)devil another bad (Am)luck to the one –Am-Am
And (G)where is the singer could sing like Tom Moore
Whose (am)melodies charm every care from your door
We'll (Am)beat them all yet boys and that you will see
Sure we're (G)rearing fine fellas round (Am)Tandragee
The Coming Of Europe lyrics and chords
3/4 (Colum Sands) chords fit Colum Sands’ version on his album ‚The March Ditch’ The guitar work is by Marc Fahrbach, As with all the songs on this site if the key is too high or too low change it to fit your own voice with the chords changer on the site.
Now I'll (C)sing you a (G7)song of a (C)day that is gone and a(G)nother that's (G7)not far a(C)way,
For Europe is (G7)coming and (C)borders are going, at (G)least that's what (G7)everyone (C)says.
Here's a (G)health to the (G7)hands that (C)reach out to share, and may (G)they grow (G7)stronger each (C)day,
May the (C)hands that reach out to (G)grab and exploit, (G7)weaken and wither a(C)way. (2x)
Bridge: G7-G-C-C G7-G-C-C (Repeat after each verse)
Now it (C)wasn't the (G7)day, nor the (C)day before that, when (G)Europe gave (G7)us a sur(C)prise,
A big Inter(G7)national was (C)due to be played with the (G)Crown of ould (G7)England as (C)prize.
(G)Scotland and (G7)Holland were (C)into the final and no (G)tougher (G7)teams could be (C)found,
And (C)somebody said, in the (G)interests of peace, they should (G7)play in a neutral (C)ground. (2x)
First (C)Rome was su(G7)ggested but (C)that was contested for (G)reasons that (G7)I can't (C)explain,
But it seems every (G7)country was (C)awfully shy about (G)hosting the (G7)crowd pulling (C)game.
"Til a (G)brainwaving (G7)diplomat (C)stuck up his hand saying (G)I know a (G7)field that is (C)fine,
It's (C)lovely and flat and there's (G)room for a crowd and it (G7)lies on the banks of the (C)Boyne. (2x)
Well the (C)venue de(G7)cided the (C)date it was set, (G)training was (G7)soon under(C)way,
As Europe pre(G7)pared for the (C)game of the year in the (G)more or less (G7)usual (C)way.
(G)Flags were brought (G7)out and ex(C)cursions arranged, a (G)charter from (G7)France was the (C)plan.
As the (C)Irish prepared to play (G)host to a game that would (G7)change every woman and (C)man. (2x)
When the (C)day of the (G7)final at (C)last come along, ex(G)citement had (G7)risen so (C)much,
That over in (G7)Rome they were (C)praying all day that (G)victory would (G7)go to the (C)Dutch.
Now it (G)seems that the (G7)Stuarts were (C)thin on the ground, spec(G)tators were (G7)soon out of (C)hand,
The (C)Irish took sides and the (G)battle it raged 'til it (G7)ravaged the half of the (C)land. (2x)
The (C)Dutch won the (G7)cup and both (C)teams disappeared, leaving (G)death and dest(G7)ruction be(C)hind.
And so much ill (G7)feeling that (C)three hundred years could (G)not put it (G7)out of our (C)minds.
Now (G)three hundred (G7)years is a (C)long time to learn but I (G)hope we can (G7)learn all the (C)same.
That (C)most people lose when their (G)country is used for (G7)dangerous military (C)games. (2x)
And (C)there is my (G7)song of a (C)day that is gone and a(G)nother that's (G7)not far a(C)way,
For Europe is (G7)coming and (C)borders are going, at (G)least that's what (G7)everyone (C)says.
Here's a (G)health to the (G7)hands that (C)reach out to share, and may (G)they grow (G7)stronger each (C)day,
May the (C)hands that reach out to (G)grab and exploit, weaken and (G7)wither a(C)way. (2x)
One final verse humming (slowly fading)
DU YOU SIE Lyrics And Chords by Colum Sands
A humorous love song dealing with the two different ways to address to people in the German language and about the difficulties this can create for those with English as their mother tongue.
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands version from his album ‚Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’ with capo on 2nd fret.
Intro: G-D-G-D G-D-G-D
Now (G)do you (D)see said (G)Sue to me two (C)words for (G)you in (D)German
My (G)lovely (D)teacher (G)looked at me to make sure (D)I was (G)learning
(D)’Sie’ is formal (G)’Du’ for friends her (C)voice was sweet per(D)fection
And (G)soon I (D)knew that (G)Du and Sie would drive me (D)to dis(G)traction
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
The (G)formal (D)Sie said (G)Sue to me keeps (C)people (G)sepa(D)rated
For(G)mali(D)ty said (G)I to Sue is vastly (D)over (G)rated
To (D)start with Du takes (G)out the fun said (C)Sue of Explo(D)ration
My (G)brush with (D)Freud trans(G)lated this as deferred (D)gratifi(G)cation
For (G)I saw (D)Sue as (G)Du not Sie while (C)she to (G)me was (D)Sieing
And (G)the more I (D)saw of (G)Sue each week the more I (D)thought of (G)Duing
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
I'm (G)seeing (D)Sue for (G)six months now it (C)could be (G)such a (D)pleasure
If (G)only (D)she'd Du (G)unto me my joy would (D)know no (G)measure
I (D)loved not wisely (G)but too well and (C)this I could be (D)rueing
For (G)now as (D)well as (G)Sieing me she's sueing (D)me for (G)Duing
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
T’was (G)just a (D)jest Sue (G)didn't sue and (C)now my (G)heart's a (D)quiver
For (G)yester(D)day she (G)said to me I'll Du you (D)now for(G)ever
And (D)grammar thus is (G)leading us to (C)sweetest conju(D)gation
We're (G)doing (D)very (G)well thank you but ask not (D)for trans(G)lation
The Donegal Road Lyrics And Guitar Chords
As used on ‚The Note That Lingers On’. To play along use capo on 3rd fret, written by Colum Sands and guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach, Colum spells Donegall with two L s for reasons not known to me. music 4/4 timing. Songs that are here about the County of Donegal include The Homes Of Donegal Song, but there's many more. Just type in Donegal into the search and you'll get a whole load of results about that County.
Intro: D-D-D-D D-D-G-A D-D-D-D D-D-A-D D-D-D-D
The (D)fields run right beside me all a(G)long the motor(D)way
Til a row of red brick houses draws a (A)line that seems to say
You've (D)reached the city boundary and a (G)choice you'll have to (D)make
At the roundabout where history turns u(A)pon which road you take -A
Chorus:
On this (D)sunny April morning, on this (G)sunny April (D)morning
Sunny April morning on the (A)Donegall (D)Road. -D-D
This (D)road is old, this road is new, it's (G)history bitter (D)sweet
And some of that is painted on the (A)walls along the street
(D)Battles won and battles lost, the (G)entertainment (D)scene
Van the man is coming soon King (A)Billy has just been -A
Chorus
Le(D)cale, Benburb, Tavanagh, I (G)pass them on the (D)right
There's a shop with mops and brushes to (A)challenge every mite
From (D)Rockview street and Ebor to where (G)Nubia meets Mal(D)don
A red haired girl brings milk and bread to(A)wards the morning sun -A
Chorus (instrumental)
A (D)man with time lights up his pipe takes (G)pleasure in the (D)chore
Across the street a woman cleans the (A)step before her door
And (D)Euterpe Street is musing, as a (G)working man per(D)spires
He's digging up Pandora Street near a (A)box of coloured wires -A
Chorus + Intro
A (D)guide dog with a tennis ball en(G)joys a bit of (D)fun
A blind man walks behind it, (A)smiling at the sun,
And Eu(D)reka there's the library, we'll re(G)turn that book at (D)last
That stopped us all from seeing any (A)further than the past -A
Chorus
Near the (D)hospital of heroes there's a (G)tourist from Ja(D)pan
She puzzles round a burnt out bar, a (A)camera in her hand
And I'm (D)thinking of the gift her distance (G)brings to you and (D)me
She's focussing her lens on something (A)that I cannot see -A
Chorus
And (D)here's tomorrow coming, children (G)laughing hand in (D)hand
Their skins are different colours, may they (A)help us understand
If we're (D)teaching culture here - it's a (G)thing we often (D)do
It's time that we were learning to count (A)higher up than two -A
Chorus (instrumental)
The (D)city centre lies ahead, my (G)journey's near com(D)plete
The rear view mirror's giving me a (A)last look up the street
But those (D)faces stay before me to (G)lighten history's (D)load
As they look towards tomorrow in the (A)Donegall (D)Road. -D
Chorus + Intro
A humorous love song dealing with the two different ways to address to people in the German language and about the difficulties this can create for those with English as their mother tongue.
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands version from his album ‚Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’ with capo on 2nd fret.
Intro: G-D-G-D G-D-G-D
Now (G)do you (D)see said (G)Sue to me two (C)words for (G)you in (D)German
My (G)lovely (D)teacher (G)looked at me to make sure (D)I was (G)learning
(D)’Sie’ is formal (G)’Du’ for friends her (C)voice was sweet per(D)fection
And (G)soon I (D)knew that (G)Du and Sie would drive me (D)to dis(G)traction
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
The (G)formal (D)Sie said (G)Sue to me keeps (C)people (G)sepa(D)rated
For(G)mali(D)ty said (G)I to Sue is vastly (D)over (G)rated
To (D)start with Du takes (G)out the fun said (C)Sue of Explo(D)ration
My (G)brush with (D)Freud trans(G)lated this as deferred (D)gratifi(G)cation
For (G)I saw (D)Sue as (G)Du not Sie while (C)she to (G)me was (D)Sieing
And (G)the more I (D)saw of (G)Sue each week the more I (D)thought of (G)Duing
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
I'm (G)seeing (D)Sue for (G)six months now it (C)could be (G)such a (D)pleasure
If (G)only (D)she'd Du (G)unto me my joy would (D)know no (G)measure
I (D)loved not wisely (G)but too well and (C)this I could be (D)rueing
For (G)now as (D)well as (G)Sieing me she's sueing (D)me for (G)Duing
G-G-G-G G-D-G-G
T’was (G)just a (D)jest Sue (G)didn't sue and (C)now my (G)heart's a (D)quiver
For (G)yester(D)day she (G)said to me I'll Du you (D)now for(G)ever
And (D)grammar thus is (G)leading us to (C)sweetest conju(D)gation
We're (G)doing (D)very (G)well thank you but ask not (D)for trans(G)lation
The Donegal Road Lyrics And Guitar Chords
As used on ‚The Note That Lingers On’. To play along use capo on 3rd fret, written by Colum Sands and guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach, Colum spells Donegall with two L s for reasons not known to me. music 4/4 timing. Songs that are here about the County of Donegal include The Homes Of Donegal Song, but there's many more. Just type in Donegal into the search and you'll get a whole load of results about that County.
Intro: D-D-D-D D-D-G-A D-D-D-D D-D-A-D D-D-D-D
The (D)fields run right beside me all a(G)long the motor(D)way
Til a row of red brick houses draws a (A)line that seems to say
You've (D)reached the city boundary and a (G)choice you'll have to (D)make
At the roundabout where history turns u(A)pon which road you take -A
Chorus:
On this (D)sunny April morning, on this (G)sunny April (D)morning
Sunny April morning on the (A)Donegall (D)Road. -D-D
This (D)road is old, this road is new, it's (G)history bitter (D)sweet
And some of that is painted on the (A)walls along the street
(D)Battles won and battles lost, the (G)entertainment (D)scene
Van the man is coming soon King (A)Billy has just been -A
Chorus
Le(D)cale, Benburb, Tavanagh, I (G)pass them on the (D)right
There's a shop with mops and brushes to (A)challenge every mite
From (D)Rockview street and Ebor to where (G)Nubia meets Mal(D)don
A red haired girl brings milk and bread to(A)wards the morning sun -A
Chorus (instrumental)
A (D)man with time lights up his pipe takes (G)pleasure in the (D)chore
Across the street a woman cleans the (A)step before her door
And (D)Euterpe Street is musing, as a (G)working man per(D)spires
He's digging up Pandora Street near a (A)box of coloured wires -A
Chorus + Intro
A (D)guide dog with a tennis ball en(G)joys a bit of (D)fun
A blind man walks behind it, (A)smiling at the sun,
And Eu(D)reka there's the library, we'll re(G)turn that book at (D)last
That stopped us all from seeing any (A)further than the past -A
Chorus
Near the (D)hospital of heroes there's a (G)tourist from Ja(D)pan
She puzzles round a burnt out bar, a (A)camera in her hand
And I'm (D)thinking of the gift her distance (G)brings to you and (D)me
She's focussing her lens on something (A)that I cannot see -A
Chorus
And (D)here's tomorrow coming, children (G)laughing hand in (D)hand
Their skins are different colours, may they (A)help us understand
If we're (D)teaching culture here - it's a (G)thing we often (D)do
It's time that we were learning to count (A)higher up than two -A
Chorus (instrumental)
The (D)city centre lies ahead, my (G)journey's near com(D)plete
The rear view mirror's giving me a (A)last look up the street
But those (D)faces stay before me to (G)lighten history's (D)load
As they look towards tomorrow in the (A)Donegall (D)Road. -D
Chorus + Intro
FRED JORDAN’S BOOTS Song Lyrics And Chords
3/4 (Colum Sands, 2009) Chords fit Colum Sands’ version from his album ‘Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’
There are (C)monuments (G)raised to (G7)men of the (Am)sword
Who (C)conquered on many's a (G)shore
But to (C)read of their (G)deeds and the (G7)flags they have (Am)planted
I (C)don't stop to (G)look any(C)more
For no (Gm)roods grow on flagpoles nor (F)flowers upon flags
And they (C)all fade away before (G)long
So I'm (C)singing to(G)night for a (C)labouring (F)man
Who (C)planted a (G)garden of (C)song
Chorus
And it's (C)one step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you
(C)Down by the banks where the (F)primroses (G)grew
(C)One step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you - Am
The (C)songs you once (G)carried now (G7)carrying (C)you -C-G-G7-C
It's a (C)right step from (G)Auckland to (G7)Fred Jordan's (Am)house
(C)Ten thousand miles, maybe (G)more
But (C)here as we (G)sip by the (G7)volcanoes (Am)lip
The (C)memories (G)pour in by the (C)score
There's a (Gm)black and white photograph (F)up on the wall
Says (C)Roger I’ll show you some (G)more
And (C)back in he (G)comes with the (C)heart of this (F)song
The (C)boots that (G)Fred Jordan (C)wore.
Chorus
These (C)boots they were (G)made for a (G7)labouring (Am)man
A (C)man who could carry a (G)song
From the (C)fields around (G)Ludlow to (G7)many's the (Am)stage
These (C)boots carried (G)Fred Jordan (C)on
And when (Gm)time overtook him he (F)sensed the last verse
But his (C)song wasn't ready to (G)end
And (C)Roger he (G)knew as he (C)gave them to (F)you
Saying (C)kick out these (G)boots my old (C)friend.
Chorus
And (C)here in this (G)house where the (G7)volcanoes (Am)sleep
There are p(C)laces and spaces to (G)dream
A (C)song for the (G)morning, a (G7)drink for the (Am)night
And (C)stories for (G)times in bet(C)ween
There's (Gm)food on the table a (F)fire on the hearth
And a (C)welcome for these on the (G)roam
In Taka(C)runga this (G)night I (C)know in my (F)heart
That (C)Fred Jordan's (G)boots are at (C)home
From The Darkness Of The Mine Colum Sands Song Lyrics
And Guitar Chords. From the album ''Look Where I've Ended Up'' 4/4 . Guitar work by Marc.
Return to the list of Colum Sands Songs .
She’s [D]lying by the fire and the coal is burning brightly
She’s [G]listening [D]for the [A]sound of the [D]man who held her [A]tightly -A
Sayin’ [D]though you may not see me, child, I’ll be right beside you
Keep [G]your ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]I’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus
And a [D]light will [G]shine for[D]ever from the [A]darkness of the [Bm]mine[A]
A [D]light will [G]shine for[D]ever from the [A]darkness of the [D]mine
Bridge 1: D-G-D-G
Now [D]though her classroom window the sun is shining brightly
She can [G]see his [D]white shirt [A]drying on the [D]line it’s flying [A]lightly -A
And his [D]voice is on the wind sayin’ I’ll be right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]I’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus
Bridge 2: D-G-D-A (2x)
Now it [D]wasn’t in the classroom but she learned it day- and nightly
How the [G]miners [D]and their [A]wives fought those [D]fingers closing [A]tightly -A
On the [D]wealth their work had raised, still their spirit’s right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]they’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus + Bridge 2 (1x)
Now she [D]stands against the war and her voice she’s raising rightly
Once our [G]man died [D]digging [A]coal now it’s [D]oil and war un[A]slightly -A
But a[D]bove the lies of warlords there are millions right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]we’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus + Bridge 2 (2x)
Now there’s [D]music on the street and her eyes are shining brightly
Her [G]father’s [D]name is [A]living on that [D]banner flying [A]sprightly -A
And Jack [D]Elliot’s spirit sings in the voices all around you
The [G]brave bold [D]men of [A]Cotia, [D]they’ll be singing [A]for you
Goethe's Song lyrics and chords By Colum Sands
By Colum Sands 1996, based on a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
The below lyrics and chords fit the duet version by Colum Sands and Scarlet Seeboldt from Colum Sands’ album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ (use capo on 3rd fret for a key of F major)
I watch the (D)sun rise on another (G)journey
Away from (A)you, a(A7)way from (D)you
And when the (D)moon paints midnight streams be(G)fore me
I'll think of (A)you, I'll (A7)think of (D)you.
Ich denke (A)dein, wenn (G)mir der Sonne (D)Schimmer
Vom Meere strahlt, vom (Em)Meere (A)strahlt;
Ich denke (D)dein, wenn sich des Mondes (G)Flimmer
In Quellen (A)malt, in (A7)Quellen (D)malt.
And I see (D)you on every road I (G)travel
On the laughing (A)street, and (A7)down the lonely (D)mile,
Through the darkest (D)nights of all my winding (G)journeys
I see your (A)smile; I (A7)see your (D)smile.
Ich sehe (A)dich, wenn (G)auf den fernen (D)Wege,
Der Staub sich hebt, der (Em)Staub sich (A)hebt;
In tiefe (D)Nacht, wenn auf dem schmalen (G)Stege
Der Wandrer (A)bebt, der (A7)Wandrer (D)bebt.
D-G-A-D 4x
I hear your (D)voice from the rustling leaves of (G)morning
Til the winds of (A)evening (A7)knock my window (D)pane
And in the (D)silence of the deepest (G)forest
I hear your (A)name, I (A7)hear your (D)name.
Ich höre (A)dich, wenn (G)dort mit dumpfem (D)Rauschen
Die Welle steigt, die (Em)Welle (A)steigt.
Im stillen (D)Haine geh ich oft zu (G)lauschen,
Wenn alles (A)schweigt, wenn (A7)alles (D)schweigt.
You're by my (D)side, though distance stands bet(G)ween us
I know you're (A)near, I (A7)know you're (D)near
The sun goes (D)down, but the stars will walk be(G)side us
Til you are (A)here, til (A7)you are (D)here.
Ich bin bei (A)dir, du (G)seist auch noch so (D)ferne,
Du bist mir nah, Du (Em)bist mir (A)nah!
Die Sonne (D)sinkt, bald leuchten mir die (G)Sterne.
Oh, wärst du (A)da, oh (A7)wärst du (D)da!
Good Friday never changes lyrics and chords
4/4 (Colum Sands, 1996)Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands version from his album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ with capo on 4th fret. Optional chord in this song Dsus4 (x-x-0-2-3-3) An Irish folk song. Guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach.
It's Good (A)Friday on the (A7)calendar and (G)I'm on the (D)train
The (A)endless train that (A7)brings us (G)to and (D)from
The (A)friends who eased the pain
Of (D)loneliness in gardens,
The (A)agony, the groan
The (A7)moment when you realise (A)that you stand alone
Chorus
For Good (D)Friday never changes -Dsus4-D
(A)We change the number of the (D)year
(A)Add one to the last one, (G)then say, dear oh (D)dear
How time (A)changes - how time (D)changes
Bridge: D-A-A-A7-D-D
Were (A)you the one who (A7)tried to change the (G)evil that you (D)found
Or (A)did you stand un(A7)certain at the (G)edge of the (D)crowd
As (A)he was led away
You (D)didn't raise the hand
The (A)once had flung the palm
In the (A7)waters of indifference you (A)stopped to wash your hands
Chorus + Bridge
And (A)now we've reached the (A7)station see (G)how the people (D)run
(A)Laughing and (A7)crying (G)to and (D)from
The (A)friends who eased the pain
Of (D)loneliness in gardens,
The (A)agony, the groan
The (A7)moment when you realise (A)that you stand alone
Chorus
Outro: D-A-A-A7-D-D 2x
3/4 (Colum Sands, 2009) Chords fit Colum Sands’ version from his album ‘Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’
There are (C)monuments (G)raised to (G7)men of the (Am)sword
Who (C)conquered on many's a (G)shore
But to (C)read of their (G)deeds and the (G7)flags they have (Am)planted
I (C)don't stop to (G)look any(C)more
For no (Gm)roods grow on flagpoles nor (F)flowers upon flags
And they (C)all fade away before (G)long
So I'm (C)singing to(G)night for a (C)labouring (F)man
Who (C)planted a (G)garden of (C)song
Chorus
And it's (C)one step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you
(C)Down by the banks where the (F)primroses (G)grew
(C)One step and (G)two we're (G7)following (Am)you - Am
The (C)songs you once (G)carried now (G7)carrying (C)you -C-G-G7-C
It's a (C)right step from (G)Auckland to (G7)Fred Jordan's (Am)house
(C)Ten thousand miles, maybe (G)more
But (C)here as we (G)sip by the (G7)volcanoes (Am)lip
The (C)memories (G)pour in by the (C)score
There's a (Gm)black and white photograph (F)up on the wall
Says (C)Roger I’ll show you some (G)more
And (C)back in he (G)comes with the (C)heart of this (F)song
The (C)boots that (G)Fred Jordan (C)wore.
Chorus
These (C)boots they were (G)made for a (G7)labouring (Am)man
A (C)man who could carry a (G)song
From the (C)fields around (G)Ludlow to (G7)many's the (Am)stage
These (C)boots carried (G)Fred Jordan (C)on
And when (Gm)time overtook him he (F)sensed the last verse
But his (C)song wasn't ready to (G)end
And (C)Roger he (G)knew as he (C)gave them to (F)you
Saying (C)kick out these (G)boots my old (C)friend.
Chorus
And (C)here in this (G)house where the (G7)volcanoes (Am)sleep
There are p(C)laces and spaces to (G)dream
A (C)song for the (G)morning, a (G7)drink for the (Am)night
And (C)stories for (G)times in bet(C)ween
There's (Gm)food on the table a (F)fire on the hearth
And a (C)welcome for these on the (G)roam
In Taka(C)runga this (G)night I (C)know in my (F)heart
That (C)Fred Jordan's (G)boots are at (C)home
From The Darkness Of The Mine Colum Sands Song Lyrics
And Guitar Chords. From the album ''Look Where I've Ended Up'' 4/4 . Guitar work by Marc.
Return to the list of Colum Sands Songs .
She’s [D]lying by the fire and the coal is burning brightly
She’s [G]listening [D]for the [A]sound of the [D]man who held her [A]tightly -A
Sayin’ [D]though you may not see me, child, I’ll be right beside you
Keep [G]your ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]I’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus
And a [D]light will [G]shine for[D]ever from the [A]darkness of the [Bm]mine[A]
A [D]light will [G]shine for[D]ever from the [A]darkness of the [D]mine
Bridge 1: D-G-D-G
Now [D]though her classroom window the sun is shining brightly
She can [G]see his [D]white shirt [A]drying on the [D]line it’s flying [A]lightly -A
And his [D]voice is on the wind sayin’ I’ll be right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]I’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus
Bridge 2: D-G-D-A (2x)
Now it [D]wasn’t in the classroom but she learned it day- and nightly
How the [G]miners [D]and their [A]wives fought those [D]fingers closing [A]tightly -A
On the [D]wealth their work had raised, still their spirit’s right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]they’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus + Bridge 2 (1x)
Now she [D]stands against the war and her voice she’s raising rightly
Once our [G]man died [D]digging [A]coal now it’s [D]oil and war un[A]slightly -A
But a[D]bove the lies of warlords there are millions right beside you
Keep your [G]ear close [D]to the [A]ground and [D]we’ll be singing [A]for you
Chorus + Bridge 2 (2x)
Now there’s [D]music on the street and her eyes are shining brightly
Her [G]father’s [D]name is [A]living on that [D]banner flying [A]sprightly -A
And Jack [D]Elliot’s spirit sings in the voices all around you
The [G]brave bold [D]men of [A]Cotia, [D]they’ll be singing [A]for you
Goethe's Song lyrics and chords By Colum Sands
By Colum Sands 1996, based on a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
The below lyrics and chords fit the duet version by Colum Sands and Scarlet Seeboldt from Colum Sands’ album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ (use capo on 3rd fret for a key of F major)
I watch the (D)sun rise on another (G)journey
Away from (A)you, a(A7)way from (D)you
And when the (D)moon paints midnight streams be(G)fore me
I'll think of (A)you, I'll (A7)think of (D)you.
Ich denke (A)dein, wenn (G)mir der Sonne (D)Schimmer
Vom Meere strahlt, vom (Em)Meere (A)strahlt;
Ich denke (D)dein, wenn sich des Mondes (G)Flimmer
In Quellen (A)malt, in (A7)Quellen (D)malt.
And I see (D)you on every road I (G)travel
On the laughing (A)street, and (A7)down the lonely (D)mile,
Through the darkest (D)nights of all my winding (G)journeys
I see your (A)smile; I (A7)see your (D)smile.
Ich sehe (A)dich, wenn (G)auf den fernen (D)Wege,
Der Staub sich hebt, der (Em)Staub sich (A)hebt;
In tiefe (D)Nacht, wenn auf dem schmalen (G)Stege
Der Wandrer (A)bebt, der (A7)Wandrer (D)bebt.
D-G-A-D 4x
I hear your (D)voice from the rustling leaves of (G)morning
Til the winds of (A)evening (A7)knock my window (D)pane
And in the (D)silence of the deepest (G)forest
I hear your (A)name, I (A7)hear your (D)name.
Ich höre (A)dich, wenn (G)dort mit dumpfem (D)Rauschen
Die Welle steigt, die (Em)Welle (A)steigt.
Im stillen (D)Haine geh ich oft zu (G)lauschen,
Wenn alles (A)schweigt, wenn (A7)alles (D)schweigt.
You're by my (D)side, though distance stands bet(G)ween us
I know you're (A)near, I (A7)know you're (D)near
The sun goes (D)down, but the stars will walk be(G)side us
Til you are (A)here, til (A7)you are (D)here.
Ich bin bei (A)dir, du (G)seist auch noch so (D)ferne,
Du bist mir nah, Du (Em)bist mir (A)nah!
Die Sonne (D)sinkt, bald leuchten mir die (G)Sterne.
Oh, wärst du (A)da, oh (A7)wärst du (D)da!
Good Friday never changes lyrics and chords
4/4 (Colum Sands, 1996)Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands version from his album ‚All My Winding Journeys’ with capo on 4th fret. Optional chord in this song Dsus4 (x-x-0-2-3-3) An Irish folk song. Guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach.
It's Good (A)Friday on the (A7)calendar and (G)I'm on the (D)train
The (A)endless train that (A7)brings us (G)to and (D)from
The (A)friends who eased the pain
Of (D)loneliness in gardens,
The (A)agony, the groan
The (A7)moment when you realise (A)that you stand alone
Chorus
For Good (D)Friday never changes -Dsus4-D
(A)We change the number of the (D)year
(A)Add one to the last one, (G)then say, dear oh (D)dear
How time (A)changes - how time (D)changes
Bridge: D-A-A-A7-D-D
Were (A)you the one who (A7)tried to change the (G)evil that you (D)found
Or (A)did you stand un(A7)certain at the (G)edge of the (D)crowd
As (A)he was led away
You (D)didn't raise the hand
The (A)once had flung the palm
In the (A7)waters of indifference you (A)stopped to wash your hands
Chorus + Bridge
And (A)now we've reached the (A7)station see (G)how the people (D)run
(A)Laughing and (A7)crying (G)to and (D)from
The (A)friends who eased the pain
Of (D)loneliness in gardens,
The (A)agony, the groan
The (A7)moment when you realise (A)that you stand alone
Chorus
Outro: D-A-A-A7-D-D 2x
The Night Is Young Lyrics And Guitar Chords Colum Sands
The chords are supposed to more or less fit Colum Sands’ version from his album ‚All My Winding Journey’. If you don’t like to play all those barrée-chords just change the key to C major and use a capo on 2nd fret (D=>C, F#m=>Em, G=>F, Bm=>Am, Em=>Dm, A=>G) Chords supplied by Marc Fahrbach.
Chorus
(D)Rest for a (F#m)while now the (G)night is young
(D)The time is (Bm)short and the (Em)road is (A)long
(D)Tell me a (F#m)story l'll (G)sing you a song
For to(D)morrow the (A)road will be (G)calling us (D)on -A-G-G
(Bm)Don't let your (A)journey be (G)stopped at the (F#m)start
There are (G)times when your (F#m)feet have to (Em)follow your (A)heart
But the (Bm)faster you (A)travel the (G)less you can (F#m)see
And the (Bm)more that you (A)have the (G)less you can (D)be -A
Chorus
(Bm)Look for the (A)house with the (G)smile at the (F#m)door
Where we (G)sat round the (F#m)table and (Em)danced on the (A)floor
Found (Bm)warmth at the (A)fire and (G)came back for (F#m)more
There was (Bm)grass on the (A)chimney and a (G)lock on the (D)door -A
Chorus
D-A-G-G
So let the (Bm)reel have its (A)turn and the (G)song its re(F#m)frain
And (G)here's to the (F#m)day when we (Em)all meet a(A)gain
And (Bm)long may the (A)sun shine wher(G)ever you (F#m)are
But you'll (Bm)still need the (A)darkness to (G)show you the (D)stars -A
Chorus
D-A-G-G (3x)
One of these days lyrics and chords
3/4 (Colum Sands, 1996)Lyrics and chords fit Coulm Sands’ version from his album ‚All My Winding Journeys’. To play along use capo on 4th fret Guitar chords Marc Fahrbach. A song of lost love and hopes to rekindle the auld spark, I wonder what ever happened in the end ? If the chords don't suit then the Chord Changer on the site will help .
(G)Looking (D)through an (C)old school (G)atlas
I (C)found your (G)photo (D)once a(G)gain
The sand is (D)falling (C)through your (G)fingers
(C)As you (G)smile in(D)to the (G)lens.
Chorus
(G)One of these (D)days we'll (D7)get to(G)gether
One of these (D)days we'll (D7)take the (G)time
One of these (D)days we'll (D7)get to(G)gether
Right back (D)to the (D7)starting (G)line. -G-G-G-G
(G)Met you (D)at the (C)busy (G)corner
(C)Hardly (G)time to (D)say he(G)llo
I'm in the (D)phone book (C)call me (G)sometime
(C)Sorry (G)now I'll (D)have to (G)go.
Chorus
Well I (G)hear you're (D)married (C)how's it (G)going
A (C)son and (G)daughter (D)just like (G)me
Before you (D)know it (C)school and (G)homework
I (C)must go (G)now it's (D)nearly (G)three
Chorus
(G)Dreamt last (D)night that (C)we were (G)running
(C)Once a(G)gain a(D)long the (G)strand
School days (D)over (C)we were (G)writing
(C)Good in(G)tentions (D)in the (G)sand
Chorus
G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-G-G-G
(G)Traffic (D)lights a(C)rranged this (G)meeting
(C)Who's that (G)man be(D)side you (G)now
Your son? He's (D)seven(C)teen al(G)ready!
(C)Lights turned (G)green, I'll (D)have to (G)fly.
Chorus
(G)Met your (D)son at the (C)busy (G)corner
(C)Heard the (G)news and (D)shook his (G)hand
And still you (D)smile out (C)from the (G)photo
(C)As the (G)sand falls (D)from your (G)hands.
Chorus humming
Chorus sung
G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-D-C-G C-G-D-G
Jackson Johnson Jameson And I lyrics and guitar chords by Colum Sands
Sure as (C)I went a walking (G)one fine (C)day
Along with a couple of (G)pals so (C)gay -C-C
The was (F)Jackson, (C)Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)me
And on what a jolly old (G)time had (C)we -C-C
Now (C)Jackson proposed we should (G)go for a (C)row
So out in a jolly boat we (G)all did (C)go -C-C
Well we (F)weren't (C)long out til the (G)boat up(C)set
And there's no need to tell you that we (G)all got (C)wet
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
Drowning in the river was the (G)quare oul (C)spree -C-C
And the (F)people on the (C)banks sure they (G)laughed til they (C)cried
At Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I -C-C
They (C)managed us ashore amidst (G)great a(C)larm
We were then conveyed to a (G)country (C)farm -C-C
Where they (F)rubbed us and (C)scrubbed us to (G)being us (C)to
And we drank hot whiskey til our (G)ears turned (C)blue -C-C
Well we (C)sat down together and we (G)hung up our (C)clothes
In front of the fire, for to (G)dry I sup(C)pose -C-C
Well they (F)dried and they (C)dried til they (G)couldn't be no (C)drier
And there's no need to tell you that our (G)clothes caught (C)fire
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
Our eight shilling suits were a(G)blaze you (C)see -C-C
And (F)wrapped up in (C)blankets we (G)cut a (C)guy
Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I -C-C
There was (C)nothing but our hat and our (G)boots to be (C)found
The rest of our clothes they were (G)burnt to the (C)ground -C-C
So we (F)made an appli(C)cation to (G)farmer (C)John
As we couldn't go around without our (G)trousers (C)on -C-C
Now the (C)farmer's sons were (G)middle sized (C)boys
And they wore knicky buckers that were (G)made of cordu(C)roys -C-C
When we (F)got in(C)side them we (G)did look (C)flat
With our boots of patent leather and our (G)tall silk (C)hats
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
We were a pretty sight the (G)world for to (C)see -C-C
And (F)all along the (C)streets, the (G)dogs did (C)fly
At Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I
Michael's Orchard lyrics and chords
4/4 (Colum Sands)This song is from Colum Sands album ‘Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’ and tells the authentic and inspiring story of a man, who made a dream come true by overcoming climate and some local advice to grow a little orchard on the windswept coast of County Clare.To play along to the album version use a capo on the 2nd fret.
Intro: Play one instrumental verse + 4 additional D-chords.
Other Orchard songs here include The Orchard Dungarvan My Home Town song which was sang by Liam Clancy.
Ah you’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
For the weather here is wintry and the [A]wintry weather’s wild
You’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
For apples never grew here since [A]Adam was a [D]child
For there’s [A]salt upon the breath of the [G]breezes from the [D]ocean
And there’s frost upon the fingers of the [A]fog at blossom time
You’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
The old men chewed tobacco to the [A]rhythm of their [D]rhyme
D-D-D-D
[D]Michael heard their words and he [G]looked across the [D]ocean
The he stepped around the little field where [A]apples never grew
He [D]chewed a blade of grass, he tasted [G]salt, he dreamt of [D]orchards
While the old men watched him fearing he might [A]teach them something [D]new
Killy[A]ballyowen watched him as he [G]planted trees of [D]shelter
Cross and Rehy watched him as the [A]ash an rowan grew
[D]Michael watched their colours change from [G]springtime into [D]autumn
And he knew that far above him [A]time was watching, [D]too
D-D-G-D D-D-A-A D-D-D-D
[D]Michael felt the wind and years come [G]flying up the [D]Shannon
But his trees had taken root and their [A]shelter warmed him, too
[D]He grafted hopes and dreams and [G]planted for to[D]morrow
And sheltered in his careful hands the [A]little orchard [D]grew
He [A]lived to see the apples and he [G]watched his children [D]taste them
While the old men chewed tobacco to the [A]rhythm of their rhyme
For [D]you who dare to dream the [G]songbirds sing on [D]branches
And your children’s children play in the [A]apples blossom [D]time.
The chords are supposed to more or less fit Colum Sands’ version from his album ‚All My Winding Journey’. If you don’t like to play all those barrée-chords just change the key to C major and use a capo on 2nd fret (D=>C, F#m=>Em, G=>F, Bm=>Am, Em=>Dm, A=>G) Chords supplied by Marc Fahrbach.
Chorus
(D)Rest for a (F#m)while now the (G)night is young
(D)The time is (Bm)short and the (Em)road is (A)long
(D)Tell me a (F#m)story l'll (G)sing you a song
For to(D)morrow the (A)road will be (G)calling us (D)on -A-G-G
(Bm)Don't let your (A)journey be (G)stopped at the (F#m)start
There are (G)times when your (F#m)feet have to (Em)follow your (A)heart
But the (Bm)faster you (A)travel the (G)less you can (F#m)see
And the (Bm)more that you (A)have the (G)less you can (D)be -A
Chorus
(Bm)Look for the (A)house with the (G)smile at the (F#m)door
Where we (G)sat round the (F#m)table and (Em)danced on the (A)floor
Found (Bm)warmth at the (A)fire and (G)came back for (F#m)more
There was (Bm)grass on the (A)chimney and a (G)lock on the (D)door -A
Chorus
D-A-G-G
So let the (Bm)reel have its (A)turn and the (G)song its re(F#m)frain
And (G)here's to the (F#m)day when we (Em)all meet a(A)gain
And (Bm)long may the (A)sun shine wher(G)ever you (F#m)are
But you'll (Bm)still need the (A)darkness to (G)show you the (D)stars -A
Chorus
D-A-G-G (3x)
One of these days lyrics and chords
3/4 (Colum Sands, 1996)Lyrics and chords fit Coulm Sands’ version from his album ‚All My Winding Journeys’. To play along use capo on 4th fret Guitar chords Marc Fahrbach. A song of lost love and hopes to rekindle the auld spark, I wonder what ever happened in the end ? If the chords don't suit then the Chord Changer on the site will help .
(G)Looking (D)through an (C)old school (G)atlas
I (C)found your (G)photo (D)once a(G)gain
The sand is (D)falling (C)through your (G)fingers
(C)As you (G)smile in(D)to the (G)lens.
Chorus
(G)One of these (D)days we'll (D7)get to(G)gether
One of these (D)days we'll (D7)take the (G)time
One of these (D)days we'll (D7)get to(G)gether
Right back (D)to the (D7)starting (G)line. -G-G-G-G
(G)Met you (D)at the (C)busy (G)corner
(C)Hardly (G)time to (D)say he(G)llo
I'm in the (D)phone book (C)call me (G)sometime
(C)Sorry (G)now I'll (D)have to (G)go.
Chorus
Well I (G)hear you're (D)married (C)how's it (G)going
A (C)son and (G)daughter (D)just like (G)me
Before you (D)know it (C)school and (G)homework
I (C)must go (G)now it's (D)nearly (G)three
Chorus
(G)Dreamt last (D)night that (C)we were (G)running
(C)Once a(G)gain a(D)long the (G)strand
School days (D)over (C)we were (G)writing
(C)Good in(G)tentions (D)in the (G)sand
Chorus
G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-G-G-G
(G)Traffic (D)lights a(C)rranged this (G)meeting
(C)Who's that (G)man be(D)side you (G)now
Your son? He's (D)seven(C)teen al(G)ready!
(C)Lights turned (G)green, I'll (D)have to (G)fly.
Chorus
(G)Met your (D)son at the (C)busy (G)corner
(C)Heard the (G)news and (D)shook his (G)hand
And still you (D)smile out (C)from the (G)photo
(C)As the (G)sand falls (D)from your (G)hands.
Chorus humming
Chorus sung
G-D-C-G C-G-D-G G-D-C-G C-G-D-G
Jackson Johnson Jameson And I lyrics and guitar chords by Colum Sands
Sure as (C)I went a walking (G)one fine (C)day
Along with a couple of (G)pals so (C)gay -C-C
The was (F)Jackson, (C)Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)me
And on what a jolly old (G)time had (C)we -C-C
Now (C)Jackson proposed we should (G)go for a (C)row
So out in a jolly boat we (G)all did (C)go -C-C
Well we (F)weren't (C)long out til the (G)boat up(C)set
And there's no need to tell you that we (G)all got (C)wet
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
Drowning in the river was the (G)quare oul (C)spree -C-C
And the (F)people on the (C)banks sure they (G)laughed til they (C)cried
At Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I -C-C
They (C)managed us ashore amidst (G)great a(C)larm
We were then conveyed to a (G)country (C)farm -C-C
Where they (F)rubbed us and (C)scrubbed us to (G)being us (C)to
And we drank hot whiskey til our (G)ears turned (C)blue -C-C
Well we (C)sat down together and we (G)hung up our (C)clothes
In front of the fire, for to (G)dry I sup(C)pose -C-C
Well they (F)dried and they (C)dried til they (G)couldn't be no (C)drier
And there's no need to tell you that our (G)clothes caught (C)fire
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
Our eight shilling suits were a(G)blaze you (C)see -C-C
And (F)wrapped up in (C)blankets we (G)cut a (C)guy
Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I -C-C
There was (C)nothing but our hat and our (G)boots to be (C)found
The rest of our clothes they were (G)burnt to the (C)ground -C-C
So we (F)made an appli(C)cation to (G)farmer (C)John
As we couldn't go around without our (G)trousers (C)on -C-C
Now the (C)farmer's sons were (G)middle sized (C)boys
And they wore knicky buckers that were (G)made of cordu(C)roys -C-C
When we (F)got in(C)side them we (G)did look (C)flat
With our boots of patent leather and our (G)tall silk (C)hats
(G)But we (C)wriggled and we giggled and we (G)laughed hee (C)hee -C-C
We were a pretty sight the (G)world for to (C)see -C-C
And (F)all along the (C)streets, the (G)dogs did (C)fly
At Jackson, Johnson, (G)Jameson and (C)I
Michael's Orchard lyrics and chords
4/4 (Colum Sands)This song is from Colum Sands album ‘Look Where I’ve Ended Up Now’ and tells the authentic and inspiring story of a man, who made a dream come true by overcoming climate and some local advice to grow a little orchard on the windswept coast of County Clare.To play along to the album version use a capo on the 2nd fret.
Intro: Play one instrumental verse + 4 additional D-chords.
Other Orchard songs here include The Orchard Dungarvan My Home Town song which was sang by Liam Clancy.
Ah you’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
For the weather here is wintry and the [A]wintry weather’s wild
You’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
For apples never grew here since [A]Adam was a [D]child
For there’s [A]salt upon the breath of the [G]breezes from the [D]ocean
And there’s frost upon the fingers of the [A]fog at blossom time
You’ll [D]never grow an apple tree in [G]this part of the [D]country
The old men chewed tobacco to the [A]rhythm of their [D]rhyme
D-D-D-D
[D]Michael heard their words and he [G]looked across the [D]ocean
The he stepped around the little field where [A]apples never grew
He [D]chewed a blade of grass, he tasted [G]salt, he dreamt of [D]orchards
While the old men watched him fearing he might [A]teach them something [D]new
Killy[A]ballyowen watched him as he [G]planted trees of [D]shelter
Cross and Rehy watched him as the [A]ash an rowan grew
[D]Michael watched their colours change from [G]springtime into [D]autumn
And he knew that far above him [A]time was watching, [D]too
D-D-G-D D-D-A-A D-D-D-D
[D]Michael felt the wind and years come [G]flying up the [D]Shannon
But his trees had taken root and their [A]shelter warmed him, too
[D]He grafted hopes and dreams and [G]planted for to[D]morrow
And sheltered in his careful hands the [A]little orchard [D]grew
He [A]lived to see the apples and he [G]watched his children [D]taste them
While the old men chewed tobacco to the [A]rhythm of their rhyme
For [D]you who dare to dream the [G]songbirds sing on [D]branches
And your children’s children play in the [A]apples blossom [D]time.
The Last House In Our Street Colum Sands Lyrics And Chords
4/4, from one of Ireland finest singer songer/songwriters, the guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach. Songs About Belfast . Colum Sands is a brother of Tommy Sands who wrote There Were Roses and is from Co.Down Northern Ireland, this song is from his album ''The March Ditch'' which was released in 1989.
The (D)last house in our street is the (G)one that we are (D)living in
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
(D)All the other windows have (G)concrete (D)curtains
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
The (D)flowers in our garden are (G)made of bricks and (D)broken glass
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
And (D)’round the back we’re growing an (G)outside (D)toilet
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
(D)Wee Albert Mooney was (G)blinded by a (D)petrol bomb
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
The (D)bomber said, we’re sorry, it (G)must have been an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
A (D)big rubber bullet killed (G)little Johnny (D)Morrisey
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
A po(D)liceman fired it, it (G)must have been an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
(D)God made the world, and (G)Belfast is a part of (D)it
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
(D)Sometimes I wonder if (G)Belfast was an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
There’s a (D)wall, so there is, bet(G)ween us and (D)them, there is
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
Is there (D)anyone can tell me that they (G)didn’t help in (D)building it
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
But the (D)eyes of the world have (G)concrete (D)curtains
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
Would you (D)tear down the wall, would you (G)open up the (D)windows
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
The Man With The Cap Lyrics And Guitar Chords Colum Sands
From the album ''The March Ditch'' , while reading through this song for the first time today I was sure I knew the man in the song, then again I met many a man along the road or in fields wearing a cap, shirt and tie, and I'd say you also did. Colum Sands has a unique way of throwing words together to form his songs. Ah, memories of bygone days. The guitar work is by Marc Fahrbach
They (C)say he was the strangest man you'd (F)ever want to (G)meet
He didn't like the towns at all and he (C)kept to the quiet streets
But (F)mostly he was in the fields, he (C)always wore a cap
The (G)same one for a Sunday as for (C)briardin' up a gap
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
(G)No one seemed to know his (C)plan
He was (F)lonely as a baby and as (C)gentle as a child
And it (G)seems he often spoke of Oscar (C)Wilde
I (C)mind we used to see him on the (F)quiet summer (G)nights
Standing by the roadside like a (C)rabbit in the lights
He'd (F)never wave, just nod his head, he (C)always wore a tie
Some (G)people said that he was odd, (C)others said just shy
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
It (C)seems he loved a girl one time but she (F)must have gone a(G)way
Perhaps he was too quiet or too (C)different in his ways
He (F)never bothered after that, got (C)careless with his looks
For(G)got to shave for seven years and (C)took to reading books
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
I (C)saw him in the cornfield (F)sowing with his (G)hand
He understood the weather and he (C)understood the land
He (F)always wore what once had been a (C)three-piece navy suit
The (G)same one for the sowing as for (C)standing of the stooks
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
They (C)say he'd stand for hours (F)gazing at the (G)hills
His bicycle beside him and (C)both of them were still
As (F)statues in the sunset, (C)no one knew his mind
But (G)when he died they said that he was (C)kind
We (C)laid him down this morning, the (F)rain was falling (G)fast
Those who thought they knew him were (C)with him to the last
The (F)priest was sprinkling prayers and holy (C)water in the rain
And we (G)said, We'll hardly ever see the (C)likes of him again
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
(G)No one seemed to know his (C)plan
He was (F)lonely as a baby and as (C)gentle as a child
And it (G)seems he often spoke of Oscar (C)Wilde
The marching season lyrics and chords by Colum Sands
Lyrics as chords as used by Colum Sands on ‚The March Ditch’ Album, Along with drinking, gambling, music and Gaelic football [ songs ] [in that order] parades are another important part of the Irish culture, more so in the North of Ireland that down south. These parades have caused controversy for decades with outbreaks of violence common place. Colum Sands takes a look at this issue from a different angle where he suggests we should have a special season for marching, a fifth season in the year. Good thinking Colum
Last (C)night I awoke with the (F)thought in my (C)head
That in(F)stead of four (C)seasons we (G)have five instead
For (C)somewhere inside of where (F)summer should (C)be
Is the (F)season of (C)marching for (G)marching must be
Chorus (Repeat after each verse)
And we're (C)marching, (F)marching, (C)marching, (G)marching a(C)gain.
F-C-G-C-F-C-G
Now (C)four of the seasons give (F)forecasters (C)pain,
(F)Will it be (C)sunshine or (G)will it be rain,
(C)Munster says hailstones and (F)Connaught says (C)blow
(F)Leinster says (C)sunshine and (G)Ulster says snow.
But (C)each year the fifth season's (F)easily fore(C)cast,
Don't (F)look at the (C)weather map, (G)look at the past,
(C)Temperatures high and (F)tolerance (C)low,
If you've (F)somewhere to (C)go it's the (G)right time to go.
Then says (C)I to myself now if (F)marching must (C)be,
(F)Let's do the thing (C)right so the (G)whole world can see,
We'll (C)build a big stadium (F)centrally (C)placed,
With a (F)circular (C)route where the (G)marchers can pace.
To (C)build such a place would throw (F)lots off the (C)dole,
(F)Stones could be (C)thrown in a (G)meaningful role,
As (C)builders and masons re(F)gardless of (C)creed,
Build the (F)big marching (C)stadium we (G)so badly need.
There's be (C)seating for tourists to (F)sit and to (C)stare,
In our (F)wonderful (C)heritage (G)they'd have a share,
And a (C)fiver a seat isn't (F)money in (C)vain,
To (F)travel three (C)centuries (G)down memory lane.
(C)Riot facilities (F)would be pro(C)vided,
(F)Dressing rooms (C)could be hired (G)mixed or divided,
And to (C)really pull in massive (F)crowds we could (C)hope,
For (F)annual (C)concerts by (G)Queen and the Pope.
Then (C)marchers could march all the (F)whole year a(C)round,
No (F)longer the (C)trouble of (G)marching through towns,
(C)Safe in the stadium the (F)glorious (C)past,
While the (F)rest of us (C)turn to the (G)present at last.
Chorus twice
The March Ditch lyrics and guitar chords
written by Colum Sands with chords by Marc Fahrbach.A March Ditch is a boundary wall or fence between two neighboring properties.
Intro: C-C-G-C C-C-G-C G-G-C-C C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)sat beside the march ditch when (G)I was very (C)small
I could hear the neighbors working in the (G)field behind the (C)wall
(G)Farmers’ children like ourselves, (C)hungry mouths to feed
And spring was calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
Spring was calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
I (C)played beside the march ditch when (G)I was four or (C)five
I threshold (???) all the neighbors, it’s (G)good to be a(C)live
The (G)corn was shooting through the soil as (C)we ran to and fro
And people working in the fields (G)watched their children (C)grow
People working in the fields (G)watched their children (C)grow
I (C)worked beside the march ditch when (G)I was nine or (C)ten
Like the neighbors’ children, (G)home from school a(C)gain.
But if (G)schooldays separated us be(C)cause of different creeds (???)
Our orders now were all the same, it’s (G)time to pull the (C)weeds
Our orders now were all the same, it’s (G)time to pull the (C)weeds
At (C)seventeen the march ditch (G)heard me sing a (C)song
Turning hay on both sides now, was the (G)days were turning (C)long
We (G)had a break in August, (C)theirs was in July
But when one drop of rain would fall we’d (G)all look at the (C)sky
When one drop of rain would fall we’d (G)all look at the sky
C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)sat beside the march ditch when (G)I was twenty-(C)five
My heart was feeling empty as the (G)fields before my (C)eyes
We’d (G)heard it on the radio, a(C)nother senseless death
But when it comes so close to home it (G)chills like winter’s (C)breath
When it comes so close to home it (G)chills like winter’s (C)breath
C-C-G-C C-C-G-C G-G-C-C C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)look across the march ditch and (G)every day I (C)see
Someone on the other side who (G)looks a lot like (C)me
To (G)share this earth between us - (C)how long does it need?
And spring is calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
Spring is calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
The man who couldn't sleep lyrics and chords
2/4 (COLUM SANDS, 1989)
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands’ version on ‚The March Ditch Album’ with capo on 4th fret. To change key to C major replace chords as follows: G=C, D=G, D7=G7, C=F, F=Bb, worked out by Marc Fahrbach
There (G)was a (D)man who (C)couldn't (G)sleep no (C)matter (D7)how he (G)tried,
He courted (D)sleep for (C)twenty (G)years but she (D7)wouldn't (D)be his (G)bride,
The (D)doctors took his temperature and (D7)some of his money, (G)too,
And the chemist (D)said I've (C)got more (G)pills if (D7)these ones (D)do not (G)do.
Chorus
And in (F)all this (C)time, no (G)matter what you think, this (D7)man never (D)slept a (G)wink.
He (G)lived with his (D)suit in a (C)lonely (G)house with (C)friends he (D7)couldn't (G)make,
And because this (D)man could (C)never (G)sleep, he was (D7)never (D)quite a(G)wake,
But to (D)while away the daylight hours he'd (D7)climb into his (G)suit,
Go to his (D)office to (C)worry in (G)peace and (D7)frown in(D)to his (G)books.
Chorus sung
And (G)every (D)night in (C)search of (G)sleep he'd (C)look at the (D7)mocking (G)bed,
Climb out of his (D)suit end (C)say a (G)prayer for the (D7)living (D)and the (G)dead,
The (D)suit would wait upon the chair (D7)watching him all (G)night,
Swallowing (D)pills, pre(C)tending to (G)yawn un(D7)til the (D)morning (G)light.
Chorus sung
One (G)night he (D)lay and (C)thought to him(G)self, (C)half of the (D7)world is (G)dead,
Sleeping a(D)way and (C)equal (G)now with their (D7)clothes at the (D)side of the (G)bed.
(D)Bishops, kings and robbers would (D7)all now look the (G)same,
Until an(D)other (C)day would (G)say, it’s (D7)costume (D)time a(G)gain.
Chorus instrumental
Then he (G)thought of the (D)suits at (C)work each (G)day as they (C)brought their (D7)owners (G)in,
And the confident (D)suits of (C)pale sales(G)men, (D7)covering (D)threadbare (G)limbs,
The (D)stiff pressed suit of a bank man turn a (D7)worn out jacket (G)down,
The little (D)girl dressed (C)up as a (G)bride and the (D7)judge dressed (D)up as a (G)clown.
Chorus instrumental
Then the (G)man who (D)couldn't (C)sleep set (G)up, in his (C)eye there (D7)burned a (G)flame,
You lousy (D)stinking (C)suit he (G)yelled, you (D7)are the (D)one to (G)blame,
He (D)grabbed it by the arms and legs, it (D7)didn't have a (G)chance,
And when he'd (D)torn it (C)into (G)shreds his (D7)heart be(D)gan to (G)dance.
Chorus instrumental 2x
Then he (G)ran in(D)to the (C)or(G)chard where the (C)scent of the (D7)blossoms (G)said,
Some people (D)think they (C)are a(G)live be(D7)cause they (D)are not (G)dead,
He (D)laughed up at the rising sun and his (D7)heart gave a sudden (G)leap,
And two days (D)later (C)he was (G)found – (a capella!) in the (D7)garden (D)fast a(G)sleep.
The Mortgage Song Lyrics by Colum Sands
The guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach.
Back to Colum Sands Song Lyrics .
One (G)morning when the toast was burnt and the (C)milk was slightly (G)sour,
(C)I was feeling (G)like the milk when the (D7)postman hit the (D)door,
I (G)jumped onto my own two feet and (C)one foot of my (G)cat,
And I (C)knew by the way she (G)scrabbed my leg, that (D7)she did not like (D)that.
The (G)postman had some envelopes in (C)various shades of (G)brown,
With (C)little see-through (G)panels where my (D7)name was written (D)down,
He (G)seemed to understand my thoughts as he (C)quickly ran a(G)way,
(C)I went back to the (G)smouldering toast and (D7)here's what I dit (G)say. - Oh!
Chorus
(G)Mortgages and overdrafts they (C)really get me (G)down,
(C)V.A.T. and (G)income tax would (D)make a angel frown,
I've (G)been to the banks of the Ohio I've (C)danced on the banks of the (G)Nile,
But the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
You (G)may be inter-ested or (C)interested to (G)know,
That (C)never were the (G)inter-est or (D7)interest rates so (D)low,
At (G)least that's what the adverts said but the (C)Manager said (G)"NO!"
(C)"Things are getting (G)tight", he said, a(D7)bout ten times or (D)so,
Well I (G)tried to make it clear to him that I (C)wasn't Ronald (G)Biggs,
Or (C)even John De (G)Lorean in an (D7)optimistic (D)wig,
But he (G)just kept saying "Things are tight" and his (C)lips were tight as (G)well,
As he (C)tightly closed the (G)door behind me, (D7)here's what I did (G)yell - Oh!
Chorus
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
Well the (G)next bank that I went to, I (C)tried to be more (G)frank,
I (C)said that money (G)lent to me was as (D7)save as in the (D)bank
"If (G)that's the case" the Manager said, "we'll (C)keep the dough right (G)here,
And we'll (C)all sleep better (G)every night" he (D7)whispered in my (D)ear.
Now the (G)bank that gives me credit, I'll (C)give them credit, (G)too,
I (C)need a little (G)overdraft that would (D7)last a year or (D)two,
Sure (G)banks are legal robbers, and the (C)rich all live in (G)debt,
And the (C)poor don't owe a (G)penny so per(D7)haps I'll be rich (G)yet. - Oh!
Chorus
And the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G
The Newry Market Lyrics and Chords by Colum Sands
Written and recorded by Colum Sands. this song tells of the biggest open market in Northern Ireland which takes place twice a week in the heart of Newry Town, I've been there myself and you can get anything from a needle to an anchor, a great bit of crack too. Guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach and from the album ''The March Ditch''. There's plenty of old folk songs that come from around that County Of Down and one of the favorite's would be The Star Of The Co. Down Song which was sang in most pubs in Ireland at some point.
Chorus
For it (C)happens here in Newry and it (G)happens twice a week,
The likes of it you'll never find no (D7)matter where you (G)seek,
On (C)Thursdays and on Saturdays the (G)crowds come tumbling in,
For Newry Market (G7)has it all from an (C)achor (G)to a (C)pin.
There's (C)ribbons for your lady's hair and (G)stockings for her toes,
Buy her a Walkman from Japan and (D7)music wherever she (G)goes,
(C)Fashions fresh from Pakistan and (G)some a century old,
If you miss the Newry (G7)Market, now don't (C)say you (G)weren't (C)told.
Chorus
(C)Apples, fresh bananas! Would you (G)like to buy a pear?
There's graips and spades and bill hooks in the (D7)corner over (G)there
(C)Hamers, chisels, hacksaws and (G)home made apple pie,
And someone's just a(G7)bout to buy my (C)great grand (G)uncle's (C)tie.
Chorus
There's (C)jewellery and cabbage plants and (G)flowers there as well
And cherry trees in blossom you can (D7)nearly see the (G)smell,
Of (C)fish and chips for dinner, fresh (G)herring from Ardglass,
And fish net tights to (G7)fit most types of (C)size or (G)creed or (C)class.
Chorus
You can (C)buy a penny whistle you can (G)buy a bodhran too,
And ice cream from the little van if (D7)you will join the (G)queue,
(C)Gospel records by the score though they (G)may be scored I fear,
For some of them are (G7)playing here for (C)more than (G)twenty (C)years.
Chorus
An (C)ould black coat whose owner died, (G)seven years ago,
Is changing hands as slapping palms strike (D7)out a bargain (G)blow,
As a (C)gospel record plays a song of (G)live beyond the grave,
The ould coat walks out (G7)through the gate and a(C)nother (G)soul is (C)saved.
Chorus
There's (C)ancient books and furniture and (G)clocks which sometimes chime,
Like people in the market they have (D7)stood the test of (G)time,
The (C)list goes on and so must I, but (G)first I will write down,
That it's in the market (G7)you will find the (C)heart of (G)Newry (C)town.
4/4, from one of Ireland finest singer songer/songwriters, the guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach. Songs About Belfast . Colum Sands is a brother of Tommy Sands who wrote There Were Roses and is from Co.Down Northern Ireland, this song is from his album ''The March Ditch'' which was released in 1989.
The (D)last house in our street is the (G)one that we are (D)living in
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
(D)All the other windows have (G)concrete (D)curtains
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
The (D)flowers in our garden are (G)made of bricks and (D)broken glass
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
And (D)’round the back we’re growing an (G)outside (D)toilet
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
(D)Wee Albert Mooney was (G)blinded by a (D)petrol bomb
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
The (D)bomber said, we’re sorry, it (G)must have been an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
A (D)big rubber bullet killed (G)little Johnny (D)Morrisey
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
A po(D)liceman fired it, it (G)must have been an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
(D)God made the world, and (G)Belfast is a part of (D)it
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
(D)Sometimes I wonder if (G)Belfast was an (D)accident
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
There’s a (D)wall, so there is, bet(G)ween us and (D)them, there is
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
Is there (D)anyone can tell me that they (G)didn’t help in (D)building it
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
But the (D)eyes of the world have (G)concrete (D)curtains
Throw the ball a(Bm)gainst the wall and (G)back to (A)me
Would you (D)tear down the wall, would you (G)open up the (D)windows
Open up your (Bm)eyes and (A7)tell me what you (D)see
The Man With The Cap Lyrics And Guitar Chords Colum Sands
From the album ''The March Ditch'' , while reading through this song for the first time today I was sure I knew the man in the song, then again I met many a man along the road or in fields wearing a cap, shirt and tie, and I'd say you also did. Colum Sands has a unique way of throwing words together to form his songs. Ah, memories of bygone days. The guitar work is by Marc Fahrbach
They (C)say he was the strangest man you'd (F)ever want to (G)meet
He didn't like the towns at all and he (C)kept to the quiet streets
But (F)mostly he was in the fields, he (C)always wore a cap
The (G)same one for a Sunday as for (C)briardin' up a gap
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
(G)No one seemed to know his (C)plan
He was (F)lonely as a baby and as (C)gentle as a child
And it (G)seems he often spoke of Oscar (C)Wilde
I (C)mind we used to see him on the (F)quiet summer (G)nights
Standing by the roadside like a (C)rabbit in the lights
He'd (F)never wave, just nod his head, he (C)always wore a tie
Some (G)people said that he was odd, (C)others said just shy
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
It (C)seems he loved a girl one time but she (F)must have gone a(G)way
Perhaps he was too quiet or too (C)different in his ways
He (F)never bothered after that, got (C)careless with his looks
For(G)got to shave for seven years and (C)took to reading books
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
I (C)saw him in the cornfield (F)sowing with his (G)hand
He understood the weather and he (C)understood the land
He (F)always wore what once had been a (C)three-piece navy suit
The (G)same one for the sowing as for (C)standing of the stooks
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
They (C)say he'd stand for hours (F)gazing at the (G)hills
His bicycle beside him and (C)both of them were still
As (F)statues in the sunset, (C)no one knew his mind
But (G)when he died they said that he was (C)kind
We (C)laid him down this morning, the (F)rain was falling (G)fast
Those who thought they knew him were (C)with him to the last
The (F)priest was sprinkling prayers and holy (C)water in the rain
And we (G)said, We'll hardly ever see the (C)likes of him again
And (F)no one has a (G)photo of this (C)man
(G)No one seemed to know his (C)plan
He was (F)lonely as a baby and as (C)gentle as a child
And it (G)seems he often spoke of Oscar (C)Wilde
The marching season lyrics and chords by Colum Sands
Lyrics as chords as used by Colum Sands on ‚The March Ditch’ Album, Along with drinking, gambling, music and Gaelic football [ songs ] [in that order] parades are another important part of the Irish culture, more so in the North of Ireland that down south. These parades have caused controversy for decades with outbreaks of violence common place. Colum Sands takes a look at this issue from a different angle where he suggests we should have a special season for marching, a fifth season in the year. Good thinking Colum
Last (C)night I awoke with the (F)thought in my (C)head
That in(F)stead of four (C)seasons we (G)have five instead
For (C)somewhere inside of where (F)summer should (C)be
Is the (F)season of (C)marching for (G)marching must be
Chorus (Repeat after each verse)
And we're (C)marching, (F)marching, (C)marching, (G)marching a(C)gain.
F-C-G-C-F-C-G
Now (C)four of the seasons give (F)forecasters (C)pain,
(F)Will it be (C)sunshine or (G)will it be rain,
(C)Munster says hailstones and (F)Connaught says (C)blow
(F)Leinster says (C)sunshine and (G)Ulster says snow.
But (C)each year the fifth season's (F)easily fore(C)cast,
Don't (F)look at the (C)weather map, (G)look at the past,
(C)Temperatures high and (F)tolerance (C)low,
If you've (F)somewhere to (C)go it's the (G)right time to go.
Then says (C)I to myself now if (F)marching must (C)be,
(F)Let's do the thing (C)right so the (G)whole world can see,
We'll (C)build a big stadium (F)centrally (C)placed,
With a (F)circular (C)route where the (G)marchers can pace.
To (C)build such a place would throw (F)lots off the (C)dole,
(F)Stones could be (C)thrown in a (G)meaningful role,
As (C)builders and masons re(F)gardless of (C)creed,
Build the (F)big marching (C)stadium we (G)so badly need.
There's be (C)seating for tourists to (F)sit and to (C)stare,
In our (F)wonderful (C)heritage (G)they'd have a share,
And a (C)fiver a seat isn't (F)money in (C)vain,
To (F)travel three (C)centuries (G)down memory lane.
(C)Riot facilities (F)would be pro(C)vided,
(F)Dressing rooms (C)could be hired (G)mixed or divided,
And to (C)really pull in massive (F)crowds we could (C)hope,
For (F)annual (C)concerts by (G)Queen and the Pope.
Then (C)marchers could march all the (F)whole year a(C)round,
No (F)longer the (C)trouble of (G)marching through towns,
(C)Safe in the stadium the (F)glorious (C)past,
While the (F)rest of us (C)turn to the (G)present at last.
Chorus twice
The March Ditch lyrics and guitar chords
written by Colum Sands with chords by Marc Fahrbach.A March Ditch is a boundary wall or fence between two neighboring properties.
Intro: C-C-G-C C-C-G-C G-G-C-C C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)sat beside the march ditch when (G)I was very (C)small
I could hear the neighbors working in the (G)field behind the (C)wall
(G)Farmers’ children like ourselves, (C)hungry mouths to feed
And spring was calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
Spring was calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
I (C)played beside the march ditch when (G)I was four or (C)five
I threshold (???) all the neighbors, it’s (G)good to be a(C)live
The (G)corn was shooting through the soil as (C)we ran to and fro
And people working in the fields (G)watched their children (C)grow
People working in the fields (G)watched their children (C)grow
I (C)worked beside the march ditch when (G)I was nine or (C)ten
Like the neighbors’ children, (G)home from school a(C)gain.
But if (G)schooldays separated us be(C)cause of different creeds (???)
Our orders now were all the same, it’s (G)time to pull the (C)weeds
Our orders now were all the same, it’s (G)time to pull the (C)weeds
At (C)seventeen the march ditch (G)heard me sing a (C)song
Turning hay on both sides now, was the (G)days were turning (C)long
We (G)had a break in August, (C)theirs was in July
But when one drop of rain would fall we’d (G)all look at the (C)sky
When one drop of rain would fall we’d (G)all look at the sky
C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)sat beside the march ditch when (G)I was twenty-(C)five
My heart was feeling empty as the (G)fields before my (C)eyes
We’d (G)heard it on the radio, a(C)nother senseless death
But when it comes so close to home it (G)chills like winter’s (C)breath
When it comes so close to home it (G)chills like winter’s (C)breath
C-C-G-C C-C-G-C G-G-C-C C-C-G-C C-C-G-C
I (C)look across the march ditch and (G)every day I (C)see
Someone on the other side who (G)looks a lot like (C)me
To (G)share this earth between us - (C)how long does it need?
And spring is calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
Spring is calling from the soil, it’s (G)time to sow the (C)seeds
The man who couldn't sleep lyrics and chords
2/4 (COLUM SANDS, 1989)
Lyrics and chords fit Colum Sands’ version on ‚The March Ditch Album’ with capo on 4th fret. To change key to C major replace chords as follows: G=C, D=G, D7=G7, C=F, F=Bb, worked out by Marc Fahrbach
There (G)was a (D)man who (C)couldn't (G)sleep no (C)matter (D7)how he (G)tried,
He courted (D)sleep for (C)twenty (G)years but she (D7)wouldn't (D)be his (G)bride,
The (D)doctors took his temperature and (D7)some of his money, (G)too,
And the chemist (D)said I've (C)got more (G)pills if (D7)these ones (D)do not (G)do.
Chorus
And in (F)all this (C)time, no (G)matter what you think, this (D7)man never (D)slept a (G)wink.
He (G)lived with his (D)suit in a (C)lonely (G)house with (C)friends he (D7)couldn't (G)make,
And because this (D)man could (C)never (G)sleep, he was (D7)never (D)quite a(G)wake,
But to (D)while away the daylight hours he'd (D7)climb into his (G)suit,
Go to his (D)office to (C)worry in (G)peace and (D7)frown in(D)to his (G)books.
Chorus sung
And (G)every (D)night in (C)search of (G)sleep he'd (C)look at the (D7)mocking (G)bed,
Climb out of his (D)suit end (C)say a (G)prayer for the (D7)living (D)and the (G)dead,
The (D)suit would wait upon the chair (D7)watching him all (G)night,
Swallowing (D)pills, pre(C)tending to (G)yawn un(D7)til the (D)morning (G)light.
Chorus sung
One (G)night he (D)lay and (C)thought to him(G)self, (C)half of the (D7)world is (G)dead,
Sleeping a(D)way and (C)equal (G)now with their (D7)clothes at the (D)side of the (G)bed.
(D)Bishops, kings and robbers would (D7)all now look the (G)same,
Until an(D)other (C)day would (G)say, it’s (D7)costume (D)time a(G)gain.
Chorus instrumental
Then he (G)thought of the (D)suits at (C)work each (G)day as they (C)brought their (D7)owners (G)in,
And the confident (D)suits of (C)pale sales(G)men, (D7)covering (D)threadbare (G)limbs,
The (D)stiff pressed suit of a bank man turn a (D7)worn out jacket (G)down,
The little (D)girl dressed (C)up as a (G)bride and the (D7)judge dressed (D)up as a (G)clown.
Chorus instrumental
Then the (G)man who (D)couldn't (C)sleep set (G)up, in his (C)eye there (D7)burned a (G)flame,
You lousy (D)stinking (C)suit he (G)yelled, you (D7)are the (D)one to (G)blame,
He (D)grabbed it by the arms and legs, it (D7)didn't have a (G)chance,
And when he'd (D)torn it (C)into (G)shreds his (D7)heart be(D)gan to (G)dance.
Chorus instrumental 2x
Then he (G)ran in(D)to the (C)or(G)chard where the (C)scent of the (D7)blossoms (G)said,
Some people (D)think they (C)are a(G)live be(D7)cause they (D)are not (G)dead,
He (D)laughed up at the rising sun and his (D7)heart gave a sudden (G)leap,
And two days (D)later (C)he was (G)found – (a capella!) in the (D7)garden (D)fast a(G)sleep.
The Mortgage Song Lyrics by Colum Sands
The guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach.
Back to Colum Sands Song Lyrics .
One (G)morning when the toast was burnt and the (C)milk was slightly (G)sour,
(C)I was feeling (G)like the milk when the (D7)postman hit the (D)door,
I (G)jumped onto my own two feet and (C)one foot of my (G)cat,
And I (C)knew by the way she (G)scrabbed my leg, that (D7)she did not like (D)that.
The (G)postman had some envelopes in (C)various shades of (G)brown,
With (C)little see-through (G)panels where my (D7)name was written (D)down,
He (G)seemed to understand my thoughts as he (C)quickly ran a(G)way,
(C)I went back to the (G)smouldering toast and (D7)here's what I dit (G)say. - Oh!
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(G)Mortgages and overdrafts they (C)really get me (G)down,
(C)V.A.T. and (G)income tax would (D)make a angel frown,
I've (G)been to the banks of the Ohio I've (C)danced on the banks of the (G)Nile,
But the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
You (G)may be inter-ested or (C)interested to (G)know,
That (C)never were the (G)inter-est or (D7)interest rates so (D)low,
At (G)least that's what the adverts said but the (C)Manager said (G)"NO!"
(C)"Things are getting (G)tight", he said, a(D7)bout ten times or (D)so,
Well I (G)tried to make it clear to him that I (C)wasn't Ronald (G)Biggs,
Or (C)even John De (G)Lorean in an (D7)optimistic (D)wig,
But he (G)just kept saying "Things are tight" and his (C)lips were tight as (G)well,
As he (C)tightly closed the (G)door behind me, (D7)here's what I did (G)yell - Oh!
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D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G-G-G
Well the (G)next bank that I went to, I (C)tried to be more (G)frank,
I (C)said that money (G)lent to me was as (D7)save as in the (D)bank
"If (G)that's the case" the Manager said, "we'll (C)keep the dough right (G)here,
And we'll (C)all sleep better (G)every night" he (D7)whispered in my (D)ear.
Now the (G)bank that gives me credit, I'll (C)give them credit, (G)too,
I (C)need a little (G)overdraft that would (D7)last a year or (D)two,
Sure (G)banks are legal robbers, and the (C)rich all live in (G)debt,
And the (C)poor don't owe a (G)penny so per(D7)haps I'll be rich (G)yet. - Oh!
Chorus
And the (C)tightest bank in (G)this whole world is (D7)where I must go (G)now.
D-C-G G-D-C-D D-G
The Newry Market Lyrics and Chords by Colum Sands
Written and recorded by Colum Sands. this song tells of the biggest open market in Northern Ireland which takes place twice a week in the heart of Newry Town, I've been there myself and you can get anything from a needle to an anchor, a great bit of crack too. Guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach and from the album ''The March Ditch''. There's plenty of old folk songs that come from around that County Of Down and one of the favorite's would be The Star Of The Co. Down Song which was sang in most pubs in Ireland at some point.
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For it (C)happens here in Newry and it (G)happens twice a week,
The likes of it you'll never find no (D7)matter where you (G)seek,
On (C)Thursdays and on Saturdays the (G)crowds come tumbling in,
For Newry Market (G7)has it all from an (C)achor (G)to a (C)pin.
There's (C)ribbons for your lady's hair and (G)stockings for her toes,
Buy her a Walkman from Japan and (D7)music wherever she (G)goes,
(C)Fashions fresh from Pakistan and (G)some a century old,
If you miss the Newry (G7)Market, now don't (C)say you (G)weren't (C)told.
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(C)Apples, fresh bananas! Would you (G)like to buy a pear?
There's graips and spades and bill hooks in the (D7)corner over (G)there
(C)Hamers, chisels, hacksaws and (G)home made apple pie,
And someone's just a(G7)bout to buy my (C)great grand (G)uncle's (C)tie.
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There's (C)jewellery and cabbage plants and (G)flowers there as well
And cherry trees in blossom you can (D7)nearly see the (G)smell,
Of (C)fish and chips for dinner, fresh (G)herring from Ardglass,
And fish net tights to (G7)fit most types of (C)size or (G)creed or (C)class.
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You can (C)buy a penny whistle you can (G)buy a bodhran too,
And ice cream from the little van if (D7)you will join the (G)queue,
(C)Gospel records by the score though they (G)may be scored I fear,
For some of them are (G7)playing here for (C)more than (G)twenty (C)years.
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An (C)ould black coat whose owner died, (G)seven years ago,
Is changing hands as slapping palms strike (D7)out a bargain (G)blow,
As a (C)gospel record plays a song of (G)live beyond the grave,
The ould coat walks out (G7)through the gate and a(C)nother (G)soul is (C)saved.
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There's (C)ancient books and furniture and (G)clocks which sometimes chime,
Like people in the market they have (D7)stood the test of (G)time,
The (C)list goes on and so must I, but (G)first I will write down,
That it's in the market (G7)you will find the (C)heart of (G)Newry (C)town.
