Take Me Back To Tipperary Lyrics and Chords
By Seamus Moore. A song of longing for the homeland of Tipperary. Guitar work by Angela.
Of all the great songs written about this County, It's A Long Way To Tipperary Song is is still quiet popular
especially for ex-pats.
D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I recall the day when I (G) left my native (D) home.
And the days I spent around, the (G) lovely Mullina-(A)-hone
And the (D) nights we danced in Fethard, with (G) Mick Del and his (D) band
I can hear him say ''Some Waltzes Now'' as he (G)takes the (A) old band-(D)-stand.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I long to see The Rock of Cashel, (G) standing proud and (D) tall.
And to go to mass in Holycross, with it's (G) ancient abbey (A) walls.
To (D) fish along the Suir, from (G) Cahir down to (D) Clonmell.
Maybe someday I'll get my wish, sure (G) time can (A) only (D) tell.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
Of all the great songs written about this County, It's A Long Way To Tipperary Song is is still quiet popular
especially for ex-pats.
D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I recall the day when I (G) left my native (D) home.
And the days I spent around, the (G) lovely Mullina-(A)-hone
And the (D) nights we danced in Fethard, with (G) Mick Del and his (D) band
I can hear him say ''Some Waltzes Now'' as he (G)takes the (A) old band-(D)-stand.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I long to see The Rock of Cashel, (G) standing proud and (D) tall.
And to go to mass in Holycross, with it's (G) ancient abbey (A) walls.
To (D) fish along the Suir, from (G) Cahir down to (D) Clonmell.
Maybe someday I'll get my wish, sure (G) time can (A) only (D) tell.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
