Green Fields Around Arboe Lyrics And Chords
Well here I am in Yonkers on this soft September day
My heart is sad and lonely for I am far away
From friends I knew in childhood, oh it seems so long ago
Since I was just a little girl in the green fields around Arboe
Verse 2
Last night as I was playing they asked for one song more
But I wished I was in Dublin just to hear the Red Hand roar
Though I am not in Ireland I still want you to know
There's a welcome for the Sam Maguire in the green fields around Arboe
Chorus
Oh well do I remember each footballer by name
The Devlins, Brady's Turbet, Iggey Jones of lasting fam
But the greatest man that we have seen, the best we ever know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan from the green fields around Arboe
Verse 3
As you cross the bridge at Aughnacloy or travel through the Moy
And stop to rest at Omagh Coalisland and Pomeroy
Just ask for Frank McGuigan and I know that he will show
The road that leads to heaven and the green fields around Arboe
Verse 4
Well now my story’s over and I can only pray
That God smiles on our captain as he leads us out today
From New York to Philadelphia, Cape Cod to Buffalo
We’re hoping he will take the cup to the green fields around Arboe
My heart is sad and lonely for I am far away
From friends I knew in childhood, oh it seems so long ago
Since I was just a little girl in the green fields around Arboe
Verse 2
Last night as I was playing they asked for one song more
But I wished I was in Dublin just to hear the Red Hand roar
Though I am not in Ireland I still want you to know
There's a welcome for the Sam Maguire in the green fields around Arboe
Chorus
Oh well do I remember each footballer by name
The Devlins, Brady's Turbet, Iggey Jones of lasting fam
But the greatest man that we have seen, the best we ever know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan from the green fields around Arboe
Verse 3
As you cross the bridge at Aughnacloy or travel through the Moy
And stop to rest at Omagh Coalisland and Pomeroy
Just ask for Frank McGuigan and I know that he will show
The road that leads to heaven and the green fields around Arboe
Verse 4
Well now my story’s over and I can only pray
That God smiles on our captain as he leads us out today
From New York to Philadelphia, Cape Cod to Buffalo
We’re hoping he will take the cup to the green fields around Arboe
The Guitar Chords used in the ''Colette'' version are here.
[B]Well here I [F#]am in [B]Yonkers on this [E]soft September [B]day
My heart is sad and lonely for [C#m]I am far a[F#]way
From [B]friends I knew in childhood, oh it [E]seems so long a[B]go
Since I was just a little [E]girl in the [B]green fields [F#]round Ar[B]boe[F]
Chorus
Oh [E]well do I remember each [B]footballer by name
The[E] Devlins, [B]Brady's [E]Turbet, Iggey [B]Jones of lasting [f]fame
But the [B]greatest man that we have seen, the [E]best we ever [B]know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan [E]from the [B]green fields F#]round Ar[B]boe
Here's an easy version of the chords.
[G]Well here I [D]am in [G]Yonkers on this [C]soft September [G]day
My heart is sad and lonely for [Am]I am far a[D]way
From [G]friends I knew in childhood, oh it [C]seems so long a[G]go
Since I was just a little [C]girl in the [G]green fields [D]round Ar[G]boe[C#]
Chorus
Oh [C]well do I remember each [G]footballer by name
The[C] Devlins, [G]Brady's [C]Turbet, Iggey [G]Jones of lasting [f]fame
But the [G]greatest man that we have seen, the [C]best we ever [G]know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan [C]from the [G]green fields [D]round Ar[G]boe
[B]Well here I [F#]am in [B]Yonkers on this [E]soft September [B]day
My heart is sad and lonely for [C#m]I am far a[F#]way
From [B]friends I knew in childhood, oh it [E]seems so long a[B]go
Since I was just a little [E]girl in the [B]green fields [F#]round Ar[B]boe[F]
Chorus
Oh [E]well do I remember each [B]footballer by name
The[E] Devlins, [B]Brady's [E]Turbet, Iggey [B]Jones of lasting [f]fame
But the [B]greatest man that we have seen, the [E]best we ever [B]know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan [E]from the [B]green fields F#]round Ar[B]boe
Here's an easy version of the chords.
[G]Well here I [D]am in [G]Yonkers on this [C]soft September [G]day
My heart is sad and lonely for [Am]I am far a[D]way
From [G]friends I knew in childhood, oh it [C]seems so long a[G]go
Since I was just a little [C]girl in the [G]green fields [D]round Ar[G]boe[C#]
Chorus
Oh [C]well do I remember each [G]footballer by name
The[C] Devlins, [G]Brady's [C]Turbet, Iggey [G]Jones of lasting [f]fame
But the [G]greatest man that we have seen, the [C]best we ever [G]know
Was a man named Frank McGuigan [C]from the [G]green fields [D]round Ar[G]boe
Green Fields Around Arboe Sheet Music / Tin Whistle Notes are in the Irish & Country Tin Whistle Ebook Here .
