A A7 There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Brendan Ring played Madame BonaparteD A Bm A And every note that the piper would play would send me away, send me awayD A Bm A Away through the window away in the rain over the city away on the airD A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seenD A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytimeD 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 guitarD A D A D Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the skyA Bm C# D E A We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kindContinúa después del anuncioD A D Bm A And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me away send me awayD A Bm A Away through the window away through the rain on a carriage of music away in the airD A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seenD A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytimeD 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 larkD A Bm E Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of darkD A Bm E A Bm7 Singing I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely cave, singing and I am the flower ofA IrelandE7 A Adrift on the ocean waveD A Bm E A D A Bm E I am the lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill, I am the child of Summer I can remember youA stillD A D Bm A And every word Ger World would say would send me away send me awayD A Bm A Away through the window away through the rain away 'cross the city away in the airD A Bm A To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that you've ever seenD A Bm A Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go anytimeD E E7 Because it's only in your mind [Otro]D A D A It was Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the skyA Bm D E A We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kind
Magic Nights In The Lobby Bar
Christy Moore
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