The Cottage By The Lee Irish Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
written by Richard Farrelly who's the man who also wrote The Isle Of Innisfree Song from that Hollywood produced John Ford movie The Quiet Man. and recorded by Joe Lynch and Bridie Gallagher. The Lee is a river in Co. Cork. I have placed the guitar chords to the song in the keys of F and G Major.
The cottage by the Lee lyrics
[F]'Tis well I know that often[B] folk keep [F]wond'ring
When in my eyes a far off [G7]look they[C] see,
What it can[Gm] be the cause of [C]all my [Gm]dreaming,,[C],
What is this [Gm]dream so very C]dear to [F]me
[F]And, truth to tell, 'tis often[B] I go [F]roaming
In dreams along the road of [G7]memo[C]ry,
To where my [Gm]heart will find its C]conso[Gm]lation[C7],
Within the [Gm]lovely cottage [C7]by the[F] Lee,
My[F7] home, sweet [B]home that I so [Gm]fondly [F]cherish,
The [C7]dear ones [F]there mean evry[C7]thing to [Gm]me,,C7]
In all this [Gm]world, if there can[C] be a [Gm]heaven[C7],
I'm sure it's[Gm] in that cottage [C7]by the [F]Lee.
'Tis well I stand outside that cottage doorway,
And gaze across the corn fields rich and gold,
To hear the stream go rippling by the meadow,
Or watch the shepherd calling to his fold.
From down the lane that winds behind the garden,
The blackbird greets the smiling summer morn,
And as his music echoes o'er the valley,
You smile and bless the day that you were born.
Yes, that's my dream, my lovely dream of homeland,
And though I thought a rover I could be,
It's soon I found I left my heart behind me,
Within that lovely cottage by the Lee.
When in my eyes a far off [G7]look they[C] see,
What it can[Gm] be the cause of [C]all my [Gm]dreaming,,[C],
What is this [Gm]dream so very C]dear to [F]me
[F]And, truth to tell, 'tis often[B] I go [F]roaming
In dreams along the road of [G7]memo[C]ry,
To where my [Gm]heart will find its C]conso[Gm]lation[C7],
Within the [Gm]lovely cottage [C7]by the[F] Lee,
My[F7] home, sweet [B]home that I so [Gm]fondly [F]cherish,
The [C7]dear ones [F]there mean evry[C7]thing to [Gm]me,,C7]
In all this [Gm]world, if there can[C] be a [Gm]heaven[C7],
I'm sure it's[Gm] in that cottage [C7]by the [F]Lee.
'Tis well I stand outside that cottage doorway,
And gaze across the corn fields rich and gold,
To hear the stream go rippling by the meadow,
Or watch the shepherd calling to his fold.
From down the lane that winds behind the garden,
The blackbird greets the smiling summer morn,
And as his music echoes o'er the valley,
You smile and bless the day that you were born.
Yes, that's my dream, my lovely dream of homeland,
And though I thought a rover I could be,
It's soon I found I left my heart behind me,
Within that lovely cottage by the Lee.
Here's the chords in G
[G]'Tis well I know that often[C#] folk keep [G]wond'ring
When in my eyes a far off [A7]look they[D] see,
What it can[Am] be the cause of [D]all my [Am]dreaming,,[D],
What is this [Am]dream so very [D]dear to [G]me
[G]And, truth to tell, 'tis often[C#] I go [G]roaming
In dreams along the road of [A7]memo[D]ry,
To where my [Am]heart will find its [D]conso[Am]lation[D7],
Within the [Am]lovely cottage [D7]by the[G] Lee,
My[G7] home, sweet [C#]home that I so [Am]fondly [G]cherish,
The [D7]dear ones [G]there mean evry[D7]thing to [Am]me,,[D7]
In all this [Am]world, if there can[D] be a [Am]heaven[D7],
I'm sure it's[Am] in that cottage [D7]by the [G]Lee.
The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee
[G]'Tis well I know that often[C#] folk keep [G]wond'ring
When in my eyes a far off [A7]look they[D] see,
What it can[Am] be the cause of [D]all my [Am]dreaming,,[D],
What is this [Am]dream so very [D]dear to [G]me
[G]And, truth to tell, 'tis often[C#] I go [G]roaming
In dreams along the road of [A7]memo[D]ry,
To where my [Am]heart will find its [D]conso[Am]lation[D7],
Within the [Am]lovely cottage [D7]by the[G] Lee,
My[G7] home, sweet [C#]home that I so [Am]fondly [G]cherish,
The [D7]dear ones [G]there mean evry[D7]thing to [Am]me,,[D7]
In all this [Am]world, if there can[D] be a [Am]heaven[D7],
I'm sure it's[Am] in that cottage [D7]by the [G]Lee.
The Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee
My Old Cottage In The Woods Lyrics
My old cottage, nestled in the woods,
Stands strong and sturdy, as it should.
With its thatched roof and stone walls,
It has weathered many storms and squalls.
The paint may be chipped and faded,
But the memories inside have never faded.
For this cottage holds my childhood days,
Filled with laughter, joy, and simple ways.
The wooden door creaks when I open it,
But the warmth and comfort, I can’t forget.
The fireplace crackles with a cozy fire,
And I can’t help but feel a sense of desire.
Desire for those carefree days,
When life was simple in so many ways.
When the world was my backyard,
And my imagination could run wild and far.
The old window panes reflect my past,
A life that went by too fast.
But in this cottage, time stands still,
And my heart fills with a nostalgic thrill.
The garden outside, a labor of love,
With flowers blooming, like a gift from above.
The bees buzzing, the birds singing,
In this old cottage, nature is still reigning.
The walls hold stories of generations gone,
Of love, laughter, and battles won.
My ancestors’ spirits still linger,
In this old cottage, their memories I’ll always remember.
The years may have taken their toll,
On this old cottage, with all its soul.
But to me, it will always be,
A place that’s filled with treasured memories.
So when I sit by the fire’s glow,
In this old cottage, I feel at home.
For though it may be small and old,
Its love and warmth will never grow cold.
My old cottage, nestled in the woods,
Stands strong and sturdy, as it should.
With its thatched roof and stone walls,
It has weathered many storms and squalls.
The paint may be chipped and faded,
But the memories inside have never faded.
For this cottage holds my childhood days,
Filled with laughter, joy, and simple ways.
The wooden door creaks when I open it,
But the warmth and comfort, I can’t forget.
The fireplace crackles with a cozy fire,
And I can’t help but feel a sense of desire.
Desire for those carefree days,
When life was simple in so many ways.
When the world was my backyard,
And my imagination could run wild and far.
The old window panes reflect my past,
A life that went by too fast.
But in this cottage, time stands still,
And my heart fills with a nostalgic thrill.
The garden outside, a labor of love,
With flowers blooming, like a gift from above.
The bees buzzing, the birds singing,
In this old cottage, nature is still reigning.
The walls hold stories of generations gone,
Of love, laughter, and battles won.
My ancestors’ spirits still linger,
In this old cottage, their memories I’ll always remember.
The years may have taken their toll,
On this old cottage, with all its soul.
But to me, it will always be,
A place that’s filled with treasured memories.
So when I sit by the fire’s glow,
In this old cottage, I feel at home.
For though it may be small and old,
Its love and warmth will never grow cold.
