Aisling

C
see the bright new moon is rising ,
F C G
above the land of black and green
C
hear the rebels voices calling ,
F C G C
i will not die ’till you bury me

C F C
the aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling ,
F C G
why has he forsaken me
C F C
faded pictures in the hallway ,
F C G C
which one of them brown ghosts is he

C
bless the wind that shakes the barley ,
F C G
curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
i’ve counted years and weeks and days ,
F C G C
and i wish to god i was with you now

C F
fare thee well me black – haired diamond ,
C G
fare thee well me own aisling
C F C F
at night fond dreams of you still haunt me ,
C F G C
far across the grey north sea

F G
and the wind it blows from the north and south ,
F G
to the east and to the west
F G
i will be like the wind my love ,
F Am C F G C
for i will know no rest ’till i return to thee

Am
1 , 2 , 3 telegraph poles ,
F G Am
standing on the cold black road
the night is fading into morning ,
F G Am
give us a drop of your sweet poitin

Am
the rain was lashing – the sun was rising ,
F G Am
the wind was howling through the trees
the madness from the mountains crawling ,
F G Am
when i saw you first my own aisling

C
bless the wind that shakes the barley ,
F C G
curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
i’ve counted years and weeks and days ,
F C G C
and i wish to god i was with you now

C F
fare thee well me black – haired diamond ,
C G
fare thee well me own aisling
C F C F
at night fond dreams of you still haunt me ,
C F G C
far across the grey north sea

lots of love ,

bart