G Em A D D
[Verse 1]
D D G Em
I miss my friends tonight, their faces shine for me,
A A D A
the clamor of their singing's like some mad calliope.
D D G Em
Still ringing through the Lion's Head until the morning light,
A A A D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
[Interlude]
G Em A D D
[Verse 2]
D D G Em
With Jameson's or Bushmills or Trotsky on the rocks;
A A D A
the Fenian at the barricade, the batter in the box.
D D G Em
A song for every season, a smile in every fight,
A A A D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
[Interlude]
G Em A D D
[Verse 3]
D D G Em
When Dave was in his glory and singing Brecht and Weill,
A A D A
The Clancys hauled a chantey out and gave us Paddy Doyle.
D D G Em
The Mets were either best or worst and Marx was wrong or right,
A A A D D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
[Verse 4]
D D G Em
I wonder where they are now, they could be anywhere;
A A D A
in Hell or California or back in Sheridan Square.
D D G Em
They left us where they left us, so we put out the light,
A A A D D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
[Interlude]
D D G Em
A A A D D
[Verse 5]
D D G Em
Each one drained a parting glass then and sailed off to sea
A A D A
and what a crew of rogues they made in gleeful anarchy.
D D G Em
They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write,
A A A D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
[Ending]
D D G Em
They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write,
A A A D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.
