Irish Song

I spent a few days during winter with an Irish boy who told me it started raining in Ireland two years ago and never stopped (this was before I met the dutch). He is a lovely musician.

E, A, E, A (with the middle finger lifted) and some D in there somewheres


E
Strange how today
     A
is too warm for December
                   E
and the trees excitedly
              A
are sprouting leaves together
                E
it's not fair
                                   D
they've got their pair
                             A (different)     E
just breathin' in the sunny air

....
E                                       A
The sun is shinin' 
                                                              E
but I'd rather be in ireland's
                                      
rainy weather
                                      A (different)
seeking shelter
            E
with you.

.....

E
Even though I'm from Oxford

I still hate the Brits
          E
and just like you
                             D
I had my to change my views 
                 A                             E
from the Roman Catholics'

.....

E                                     A
And I'll be pinin' 

till I'm with you in Ireland
E
Walking home
                    A (diffrt)
on the cobblestones
                  D                   E
on the streets of Athlone

....

I'll be your Iris

(pick up speed! alternate E and A) 

If you'll be my lucky Irish

you so cute

talking like a Pirate

We'll never know

how we go

until we try it so -

Come on! Let's go!

To San Franciso

We'll play music in a local bar

and live off what we get

in our tip jar.

....

And I'll be smilin'

When I'm with you in Ireland

Rubbin' noses

cozy cuddlin' cause we can

....
           A
And alas I'll be your lass
                 E                       A (diffrt)
if you'll be my lad at last...

....

(back to slow and nostalgic of the beginning)
The sun is shinin'

but I'd rather be in Ireland's

rainy weather

sharing shelther with you.

The End

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