Na Fianna Lyrics And Chords
Here's some original song lyrics and chords from the ballad group Na Fianna. The band have recorded many more songs which are already on the site as they have been recorded by many other singers before them, such as Step It Out Mary , I'll Tell Me Ma , The Rocky Road To Dublin and The Spanish Lady. The lyrics on this page are the one's most associated with Na Fianna.
Toora Loora Lay
Intro. chords D G
I [D]woke upon a Sunday morning
[G]Tired eyes to greet the day
A [D]rucksack full of expectations
[G]Up on dreary Langton way
The [A]train awaiting on the platform
The [G]diesel humming high
A [A]one way ticket stamped for freedom
Time for [G]just one last goodbye
Toora [D]loora lay
I'm [Em]on my way
Make it [F#m]New York City, San Francisco, [G]Botany Bay
I've been [A]praying I've been waiting mister
[G]For this faithful day
Toora [D]loora lay [G]
Took [D]passage on the early water
[G]Waved the mainland sweet goodbye
Lit a [D]cigarette above on top deck
[G]Watched the seagulls soar the sky
I [A]woke up to the sound of laughter
And the [G]strangers passing by
[A]Stepped upon the land of dreams
And [G]had myself a smile
Met a [D]sham from blarney, ginger red
On a [G]new York City street
He was [D]asking if I'd seen the hurling
And [G]how the hell we'd meet
At a bar in [A]Queens, he knew a man that came [G]from my home town
Then he [A]borrowed twenty dollars
Till his [G]pay day came around
I [D]got some work by Sydney Harbour
With a firm from Antrim town
We were digging up the paving stones
Laying [G]concrete piping down
Found a [A]place up on the hill for pints
Where they [G]said you'd have the craic
They were [A]singing toora loora
Saying we're [G]never going back
I met a man, from Kilkenny town,
He sat alone on a step in the wet,
Spent years in a lab, many moons ago,
He now walks the wild streets, with his head hanging low.
I walked by him, my mind stood still,
I stopped and I looked, I thought this lad looks shook.
There's usually a worse lookin fella,
Not this man with his green umbrella.
Concerned I asked him, does he need a hand
From under his hood, a shy murmur I'm grand.
No money no help, did he take from me,
Just said he'd find work, and get back on his feet.
Nobody knows, what people go through,
No friend, family, house, or a home to go to.
The shame and the pain, to be this low in life,
To sit in the shadows, of these dull city lights.
I'll count my lucky stars,
I've no, no unlucky scars.
This broken Irish fella,
Calls home neath his green umbrella.