A A7 There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Brendan Ring played Madame Bonaparte D A Bm A And every note that the piper would play would send me away, send me away D A Bm A Away through the window away in the rain over the city away on the air D A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seen D A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytime D E E7 Because it's only in your mind [Verse 2] A A7 There were magic nights in the lobby bar with Ricky Lynch and his golden guitar D A D A D Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky A Bm C# D E A We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kind D A D Bm A And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me away send me away D A Bm A Away through the window away through the rain on a carriage of music away in the air D A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seen D A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytime D E E7 Because it's only in your mind [Verse 3] A A7 There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe would sing like a lark D A Bm E Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark D A Bm E A Bm7 A Singing I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely cave, singing and I am the flower of Ireland E7 A Adrift on the ocean wave D A Bm E A D A Bm E A I am the lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill, I am the child of Summer I can remember you still D A D Bm A And every word Ger World would say would send me away send me away D A Bm A Away through the window away through the rain away 'cross the city away in the air D A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seen D A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytime D E E7 Because it's only in your mind [Outro] D A D A It was Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky A Bm D E A We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kind