Sunday, February 24, 2013

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Little Beggarman

An irish Street Ballad, here performed by the High Kings

Saturday, February 16, 2013

EYES - Goats don't Shave

A song from "Goats don't Shave"


G – Bm – C – D - G – Bm – C – G

Em                                       G
When I was a boy, on the banks of the Moy,
           C                                          D
I went fishing one fine summer’s day
Em                                                  G
Down the patchy that strolled my heart took a roll
C                                        D
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.

              Em                          G
She had eyes of the purest kind
    C                            D
And lips I longed for all the time.
    Bm                    C                     D
But her cruel father tore us all apart.
Em                                   G
She could smile, put the sun to shame
     C                                       D
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.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Valse in Em

A simple, but nice waltz

Thursday, February 7, 2013