Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
A song from "Goats don't Shave"
G – Bm – C – D - G – Bm – C – G
When I was a boy, on the banks of the Moy,
I went fishing one fine summer’s day
Down the patchy that strolled my heart took a roll
Seemed to pour past that way.
Am C D
It was there, she sat down and we talked for a while
Am C D
It was there I surrendered my heart to a smile.
She had eyes of the purest kind
And lips I longed for all the time.
Bm C D
But her cruel father tore us all apart.
She could smile, put the sun to shame
Still in my dreams I call her names
Bm C D G
Lost time has failed to take her from my heart.
Her family had money, but her father had gambled
Most of his fortune away
He arranged her to marry an old gentleman
But my love she couldn’t betray.
And to where we first met brooked hearted she stroll
In the Moy she surrendered her body and soul.
On the banks of the Moy where we once did appoint
A lonely old man now I did stray.
Many years have gone by, but there’s not one that I
Didn’t long to return to that day.
In the pool by the banks of the Moy there’s a swan,
And they say that she talks to a lonely old man.