|Artist:||Christy Moore (English)|
|Chord names:||Not defined|
CURRAGH OF KILDARE (Christy Moore) (Capo 1)
The winter it has C passed and the F summer's come at G last,
and the G7 birds they are C singing in the G trees.
And their G little hearts are C glad, but mine is very G sad,
for my C true love is F far away from G me.
The rose upon the C briar by the F water's running G clear
gives G7 joy to the C linnet and the G bee.
Their G little hearts are C blessed, but F mine, its not G addressed,
for my C true love is F absent from G me.
And it’s G7 straight I will re C pair to the F Curragh of Kil G dare,
for it’s C there I'll find F tidings of my G dear.
All C you that are in love and F cannot it G remove,
I G7 pity the C pains that you en G dure.
For experience lets me C know that your F hearts are full of
and a C woe that no F mortal can G endure.
Chorus X 2
And its G7 straight I will C repair to the F Curragh of Kil G dare,
for it's C there I'll find F tidings of my G dear.