The Old Schoolyard Song Lyrics
P. Cavanagh. Bardis Music. Recorded by Mick Flavin. An Irish country music song. The guitar chords are included in the key that Mick Flavin sings the song in [ C] Also chords for Margo's version in [G] and P.J. Murrihy's version in [E] There are basically only two chords for the whole song with long pauses before you change to another chord, very easy indeed.
I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood friends
And I stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a stream
And I feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to me
From deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
On a journey back to visit childhood friends
And I stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a stream
And I feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to me
From deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken down,
And I've learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
Guitar chords for Mick Flavin's version in the key of C with a key change near the end.
[C]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [G]friends
And I [C]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [G]stream
And I [C]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [G]down,
And I've [C]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.,,,[G][C],,,[A]
[Key change]
I [D]]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [A]me
From [D]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [A]down,
And I've [D]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
[C]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [G]friends
And I [C]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [G]stream
And I [C]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [G]down,
And I've [C]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.,,,[G][C],,,[A]
[Key change]
I [D]]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [A]me
From [D]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [A]down,
And I've [D]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
P.J. Murrihy's version in the key of E
[E]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [B]friends
And I [E]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [B]stream
And I [E]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [B]down,
And I've [E]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I [E]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [B]me
From [E]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [B]down,
And I've [E]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
Margo O'Donnell's version in G.
[G]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [D]friends
And I [G]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [D]stream
And I [G]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [D]down,
And I've [G]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I [G]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [D]me
From [G]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking [D]at the girl that he turned out to [G]be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [D]down,
And I've [G]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
[E]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [B]friends
And I [E]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [B]stream
And I [E]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [B]down,
And I've [E]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I [E]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [B]me
From [E]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking at the man that he turned out to be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [B]down,
And I've [E]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
Margo O'Donnell's version in G.
[G]I have walked down a road, a road full of memories
On a journey back to visit childhood [D]friends
And I [G]stopped at a gate that led into a Schoolyard
And forgotten feeling came to me again.
The silence that stares from the dirty dusty windows
Broken only by the babble of a [D]stream
And I [G]feel as though I watched by a thousand different faces
As I recollect a thousand different names.
Chorus
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [D]down,
And I've [G]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
I [G]closed my eyes, can't hold back the memories
Childhood voices calling out to [D]me
From [G]deep inside I see one of the faces
Looking [D]at the girl that he turned out to [G]be.
Now the old Schoolyard is wild and over-grown
All the fences I have crossed are broken [D]down,
And I've [G]learned many things some of them are best forgotten
Since the last time that I stood upon that ground.
