Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Dublin In My Tears
| C | C7 |
I have | travelled many lands,and I | still don't understand |
| F | Dm | G |
How | sad you have become on | my re | turn |
| C |
Your poor | heart is filled with care,sad and old they left you there |
| G | C | F | C |
Your | once bright eyes with | sorrow | softly | burn |
| F | C | Am |
I can | even sense the change in the | sound of childrens | games |
| G | C |
And the | dreams of youth's ambitions have all | turned to doubt and fear |
| F | C | Am |
It's an | age of wealth Im told but I've | never felt so | old |
| G | C |
As | I recall old Dublin in my | tears |
| C |
All the | faces that I meet as IC7] roam each one way street |
| F | Dm | G |
Ref | lect the empty | statements of our | time |
| C |
And the | old cathedral bell can't be heard above the swell |
| G | C | F | C |
For the | years arranged a | message | in her | chimes |
| F | C |
All my | childhood friends are gone,like the | street where I was born |
| G | C |
And the | time that it has taken doesn't | seem so long ago |
| F | C | Am |
They have | fadedin the gloom like 'Sap | Kelly' from the | Coombe |
| G | C |
Like the | ghost of dear old Dublin in my | tears. |
| C | C7 |
There | were times when jobs were few,there were | hungry days we knew |
| F | Dm | G |
Some | days so bad their | memory I've | cursed |
| C |
And the | prayer I said to God,there on board the Princess Maud |
| G | C | F | C |
That our | children would res | tore the | pride we | lost |
| F | C | Am |
But the | past we all forsake while we're | dancing at her | wake |
| G | C |
And the | heart of Dublin's dying,but no | body seems to care, |
| F | C | Am |
And the | fools as they pass by,stop to | see an old man | cry |
| G | C |
I | can't forget old Dublin in my | tears |
| C | C7 |
Gather | round brave men and true,though our | numbers may be few |
| F | Dm | G |
We'll | drink one toast | before I cross the | foam |
| C |
For soon in | London's dark domain,I'll recall how I became |
| G | C | F | C |
No | more a stranger | there that | here at | home |
| F | C | Am |
But the | liffy flows along and I | listen for her | song |
| G | C |
And the | voice of young James Larkin seems to | echo in my ears |
| F | C | Am |
But its | just the rafters ring,to it's | requiem I'll | sing |
| G | C |
Fare | well to dear old Dublin in my | tears, |
| G | C | F | C |
Fare | well to dear old Dublin in my | tears | .. | |
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