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- Date: Tue, 24 Oct 1995 00:16:23 +0100
- From: Bren <brendan@omah.demon.co.uk>
-
- After all the resources I have obtained from OLGA I thought that it was
- about time I put something back in!!
-
- I am submitting the chords for _all_ the songs on Van Morrison's album
- 'Irish Heartbeat'. I hope that they will be of use to somebody out there.
- If anybody spots any errors, please feel free to submit corrections and
- mail me with them as well! Although I am fairly confident that they are
- correct, there may be a few mistakes! Also, to the people at OLGA, please
- submit this to other archives if you think it is worthwhile. The lyrics
- were obtained from the Van Morrison Homepage (I did not type them all out
- myself) and I thank the Author. Unfortunately I have mislaid the E Mail
- address but if you want to contact him you can probably do so by doing a
- search on your browser for Van Morrison.
-
- Bren.
-
-
-
- Van Morrison song lyrics:
- Irish Heartbeat album
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Star Of The County Down
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- Introduction:
-
- Em G D Em D
-
- Em G D Em D Em
-
- G D Em D
-
- Em G D Em D Em
-
- [Em] In Banbridge Town in the [G] County [D] Down
- One [Em] morning last [D] July,
- From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen
- And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]
- She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet
- To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.
- Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self
- For to [Em] see I was [D] really [D] there.
-
- Chorus:
- From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and
- From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town,
- No [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] brown [D] colleen
- That I [Em] met in the [D] County {Em] Down.
-
- As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
- And I looked with a feelin' rare,
- And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,
- "Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
- He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
- "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
- It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
- She's the star of the County Down".
-
- Chorus:
- From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
- From Galway to Dublin Town,
- No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
- That I met in the County Down.
-
- At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
- And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
- With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
- Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
- No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
- Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
- Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
- Sits the star of the County Down.
-
- Chorus / Repeat
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Irish Heartbeat
-
- Words and Music by Van Morrison
-
- Oh [E7] won't you [A] stay, stay awhile
- With your [D] own [E] ones. [E7]
- Don't ever [A] stray, stray so far
- From your [D] own [E] ones.
- This old [A] world is so cold. [A7]
- Don't care nothin' for your [D] soul
- You [E] share with your [A] own ones.
-
- Don't rush away, rush away
- From your own ones.
- Just one more day, one more day
- With your own ones.
- For the world is so cold.
- Don't care nothin' for your soul
- You share with your own ones.
-
- Bridge:
- There's a [D] stranger and he's
- Standing at your [A] door.
- May be your best [D] friend
- Might be your [F#m] brother,
- You may never [E] know. [E7}
-
- I'm going [A] back, going back
- To my own ones.
- Back to talk, talk awhile
- With my own ones.
- For the world is so cold.
- Don't care nothing for your soul
- You share with your own ones.
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- [A7} Ta mo [D] chleamhnas [Bm] deanta o [D] athru [G] areir
- S'ni [D] mo na go [Bm] dtaithnioonn an [D] bhean liom [G] fein
- Ach [D] fagfaidh me i mo [Bm] dhiaidh i
- 'gus [D] imeoidh me liom [G] fein
- Ar [D] fud na [Bm] gcoillte [A7] craobh [D] ach
-
- [D] A match was a [Bm] made [D] here last [G] night
- To a [D] girl I [Bm] neither [D] love nor [G] like
- But I'll [D] take my own [Bm] advice
- And [D] leave her [G] behind
- And go [D] roaming the [Bm] wild woods all [A7] over. [D]
-
- Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
- Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
- Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
- 'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite
-
- Middle Eight (change of key) ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D
-
- I walked up and I walked down.
- I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
- But no equal to my true love could I find.
- She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.
-
- D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
- 'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
- Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
- Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile
-
- I got up two hours before day
- And I got a letter from my true love.
- I heard the blackbird and linnet say
- That my love had crossed the ocean.
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Raglan Road
-
- Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy
- Moloney
-
- Intro: D A7 D
-
- [A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day,
- I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew.
- That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare
- That [D] I may one day [A7] rue.
- I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked
- A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way
- And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf
- At the [Bm] dawning [A7] of the day.
-
- On Grafton Street in November,
- We tripped lightly along the ledge
- Of a deep ravine where can be seen
- The world of passions pledge.
- The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts
- And I not making hay,
- Well I loved too much by such and such
- Is happiness thrown away.
-
- I gave her the gifts of the mind.
- I gave her the secret sign
- That's known to all the artists who have
- Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
- With word and tint I did not stint.
- I gave her reems of poems to say
- With her own dark hair and her own name there
- Like the clouds over fields of May.
-
- On a quiet where old ghosts meet,
- I see her walking now away from me,
- So hurriedly my reason must allow.
- For I have wooed not as I should
- A creature made of clay.
- When the angel woos, the clay heel lose
- His wings at the dawn of the day.
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- She Moved Through the Fair
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- [D] My [C] young love said to [D] me,
- My [C] mother won't [D] mind
- And my [C]fat [D] her won't slight you
- For [C] your lack of [Am7] kind.
- And she [C] stepped [D] away from me
- And [C] this she did [Am7] say,
- "It [C] will not be [D] long love
- Till [C] our wedding [D] day".
-
- She [C] stepped away [D] from me
- And she [C] moved [D] through the fair
- And slowly I watched her move here
- And move there.
- She went her way slowly
- With one star awake,
- As the swan in the evening
- Moves over the lake.
-
- I dreamt that last night that,
- My young love came in.
- So softly she entered,
- That her feet made no din.
- She came close beside me
- And this she did say,
- "It will not be long love
- Till our wedding day".
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- I'll Tell Me Ma
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- Intro: A E7 A E7 A D A E7 A D A E7 A
-
- I'll [A] tell me Ma when I go home,
- The [E7] boy's won't leave the [A] girls alone.
- They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
- Well [E7} that's alright till I go [A] home.
-
- Chorus:
- [A] She is handsome. She is [D] pretty.
- [A] She is the bell of [E7} Belfast City.
- [A] She is courtin' [D] one, two, three.
- [A] Please won't you [E7} tell me, [A] who is she?
-
- Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
- All the boy's are fighting for her.
- They knock at the door and ring at the bell
- Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?
- Out she comes as white as snow,
- Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
- Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die
- If you don't get the fella
- With the roving eye.
-
- Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
- And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
- She's as nice as apple pie.
- She'll get her own lad by and by.
- When she gets a lad of her own,
- She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
- Let them all come as they will
- For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
-
- Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Carrickfergus
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- I [Am] wished I [Dm] had you in [G7] Carrick [Am] fergus,
- Only for [Dm] nights in [G7] Bally [C] grand,
- I [Am] would swim [Dm] over the [G7] deepest [Am] ocean,
- The deepest [Dm] ocean to be [Am] by your [C] side.
-
- But the [G7] sea is [C] wide and I [Dm] can't swim [G7] over
- And neither [C] ha [Am] ve I [Dm] wings to [G7] fly.
- I [Am] wish I could [Dm] find me a [G7] handy [Am] boatman
- To ferry me [Dm] over [G7] to my love and [C] die.
-
- My childhood days bring back sad reflections
- Of happy days so long ago.
- My boyhood friends and my own relations.
- Have all passed on like the melting snow.
-
- Chorus 1
-
- [C] So I'll [G7] spend my [C] days [Am] in [Dm] endless [G7] roving,
- Soft is the [C] grass [Am] and my [Dm] bed is [G7] free.
- Oh to be [Dm] home now [G7] in Carrick [Am] fergus,
- On the long road [Dm] down to the [G7] salty [C] sea.
-
- And in Kilkenny it is reported
- On marble stone there as black as ink,
- With gold and silver I did support her
- But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.
-
- Chorus 2
-
- I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
- A handsome rover from town to town.
- Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
- Come all ye young men and lay me down.
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Celtic Ray
-
- Words and Music by Van Morrison
-
- (The introduction and the middle eight of this song are
- taken from an Irish traditional song called Buachaill on Eireann which
- roughly translates as the Boy From Ireland)
-
- When [G] Lewellen comes around
- And he goes through market town
- [Am] You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
- [G] Are you ready?
-
- [G] When McManus comes around
- On his early morning round
- [Am] Cryin' "Herrin' Olay"
- [G] You'll be on the Celtic Ray.
-
- 1st Bridge:
- [Am] Ireland, [Em] Scotland, [Am] Brittany, and [Em] Wales,
- I can [Am] hear those [Em] ancient [Am] voices calling,
- [G] "Children, children"
-
- When the coalbrick man comes round,
- On a cold November day
- You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
- Are you ready?
-
- Middle 8 GC GC G
-
- 2nd Bridge:
- Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall and Wales,
- I can hear those ancient voices calling,
- "Children, children, children".
-
- Listen Jimmy, I wanna go home.
- Listen Jimmy I wanna go home.
- I've been away from the Ray too long.
-
- Repeat
-
- I've been away from the Ray too long.
- In the early mornin', we'll go walkin' where
- The light comes shining through
- On the Celtic Ray,
- Are you ready?
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- My Lagan Love
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- [F] Where [Eb] Lagan [F] streams sing lulla [Eb] bies
- There [F] blows a [Bb] lily [F] fair.
- [F] The [Eb} twilight [F] gleam is in her [Eb] eye,
- The [F] night is [Bb] on her [F] hair.
- [F] And like a [Bb] love [F] sick lena [Bb] shee
- She hath my [Gm] heart in [C7] thr [F] all.
- [Fm] No life have [F] I, no liber [Eb] ty,
- For [F] love is [Bb] Lord of [F] all.
-
- F Bb F
-
- And often when the beetles horn
- Has lulled the eve to sleep,
- I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
- And through the doorway creep.
- There on the cricket's singing stone,
- She makes the bogwood fire
- And sings in sweet and undertone,
- The song of hearts desire.
-
- ------------------------------------------------------------------
- Marie's Wedding
-
- Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
-
- Chorus:
- [A] Step we gaily on we go,
- [D] Heel and heel
- And [A] toe for toe,
- Arm and arm
- And row and row,
- [D] All for Marie's [E7] wedding.
-
- [A] Over hillways, up and down,
- [D] Myrtle green and [E7] bracken brown,
- [A] Past the sheilings through the town
- [D] All for the sake of [E7]Marie.
-
- Chorus
-
- [A] Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,
- [D] Bright her eyes as [E7] any star.
- [A] Fairest of them all by far,
- [D] Is our darlin' [E7] Marie.
-
- Chorus
- Plenty herring, plenty meal,
- Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
- Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
- That's the toast for Marie.
-
- Repeat Chorus
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