Cooraclare Irish Song Lyrics Annmarie O'Riordan.
Corraclare is an Irish folk song about the village of Cooraclare, not too far from Kilrush Co. Clare. Here's another beautiful Irish song from Annmarie who loves to sing the old time of day song. Annmarie's other big hit from a few years ago was This Story I Tell You Is True. I have included the guitar chords in 2 keys, including the key that Annmarie sings in and an easy version in the key of G. It's a quiet modern folk song, it's only been around in the last fey years.
I've been away from Ireland now for nearly 50 years.
And thoughts of home are still dear to me.
Often I gaze across the ocean and my eyes grow dim with tears,
Let me tell you of the vision that I've seen.
As a babe, a child I stood there when the summer sun did shine,
Across the steep lough, that little church down there,
As we gathered every evening while the weather would be fine,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
So in dreams I love to ramble down the village street,
And meet the boys and girls gathered there,
For to sing the good old songs, telling of old Ireland's wrong,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
There were weddings planned and matches made and stories old and new,
Around among the boys that gathered,
And we played the football matches 'till the final whistle blew,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
We would talk about the neighbours, the weather and the times,
And who the boys were courting on the sly.
We would watch collin's passing down, and bid them the time of day.
And perhaps we'd catch a twinkle in their eye.
So in dreams I loved to ramble down the village street,
And meet the boys and girls gathered there,
For to sing the good old songs telling of old Ireland's wrong,
Around the chapel gates at Corraclare.
Now I'm growing old and weary in this land so far away.
But I'll return to Ireland yet if God will spare.
And when all is done they'll lay me, at the closing of my day.
Inside the chapel gates in Corraclare.
And thoughts of home are still dear to me.
Often I gaze across the ocean and my eyes grow dim with tears,
Let me tell you of the vision that I've seen.
As a babe, a child I stood there when the summer sun did shine,
Across the steep lough, that little church down there,
As we gathered every evening while the weather would be fine,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
So in dreams I love to ramble down the village street,
And meet the boys and girls gathered there,
For to sing the good old songs, telling of old Ireland's wrong,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
There were weddings planned and matches made and stories old and new,
Around among the boys that gathered,
And we played the football matches 'till the final whistle blew,
Around the chapel gates in Corraclare.
We would talk about the neighbours, the weather and the times,
And who the boys were courting on the sly.
We would watch collin's passing down, and bid them the time of day.
And perhaps we'd catch a twinkle in their eye.
So in dreams I loved to ramble down the village street,
And meet the boys and girls gathered there,
For to sing the good old songs telling of old Ireland's wrong,
Around the chapel gates at Corraclare.
Now I'm growing old and weary in this land so far away.
But I'll return to Ireland yet if God will spare.
And when all is done they'll lay me, at the closing of my day.
Inside the chapel gates in Corraclare.
A Deer on the Burren Co. Clare Ireland
Here's an easy version of the chords
I've [G]been away from Ireland now for near[C]ly 50 [G]years.
And thoughts of home are still dear to [D]me.
Often I [G]gaze across the ocean and my eyes grow [C]dim with [G]tears,
Let me tell you of the [C]vision [D]that I've [G]seen.
As a [G]babe, a child I stood there when the summer sun did [C]shine,
A[G]cross the steep lough, that little church down [D]there,
As [G]we gathered every evening while the weather would be fine,
A[D]round [G]the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra[G]clare.
So in [G]dreams I love to ramble down the village street,
And [C]meet the boys and [G]girls gathered [D]there,
For [G]to sing the good old songs, telling of old [C]Ireland's [G]wrong,
Around the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra[G]clare.
There were [F#]weddings planned and matches made and [D]stor[G]ies old and [C]new,
A[G]round amoung the boys that gathered[D] there,
And we [G]played the football matches 'till the final whistle blew,
Around the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra [G]clare.
I've [G]been away from Ireland now for near[C]ly 50 [G]years.
And thoughts of home are still dear to [D]me.
Often I [G]gaze across the ocean and my eyes grow [C]dim with [G]tears,
Let me tell you of the [C]vision [D]that I've [G]seen.
As a [G]babe, a child I stood there when the summer sun did [C]shine,
A[G]cross the steep lough, that little church down [D]there,
As [G]we gathered every evening while the weather would be fine,
A[D]round [G]the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra[G]clare.
So in [G]dreams I love to ramble down the village street,
And [C]meet the boys and [G]girls gathered [D]there,
For [G]to sing the good old songs, telling of old [C]Ireland's [G]wrong,
Around the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra[G]clare.
There were [F#]weddings planned and matches made and [D]stor[G]ies old and [C]new,
A[G]round amoung the boys that gathered[D] there,
And we [G]played the football matches 'till the final whistle blew,
Around the chapel [C]gates in [D]Corra [G]clare.
