Aisling

(Capo 5. Bund)

G                                 C             G           C              G                                D
See the bright new moon is rising above the land of black and green
G                        C           G            C            G                          D       G
Hear the rebel voices calling I will not die though you bury me.
                                             C                  G          C              G                     D
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling why has he forsaken me
G                          C         G             C                                       D               G
Faded pictures in the hallway. Which of them brown ghosts is he?

C                                  G
Bless the wind that shakes the barley
C                                     G                D
Curse the spade and curse the plough
       G              C                G                   C
I've counted years and weeks and days.
           G                                       D              G
And I wish to God that I was with you now.

Chorus:
G                             C                                      G                                           D
Fairthee well my black haired diamond fairthee well my own Aisling
     G                 C                 G             C               G                         D                 C-D-C-D
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me far across the grey north sea.

               C                                        D                             C                                  D
And the wind it blows from the North and South to the East and the West
C                          D                             C                        D              C    D          em
I will be like the wind my Iove for I will know no rest until l return to thee.

e                                                                       D                 e
1 2, 3 4 telegraph poles burning on the cold black road
e                                                                                                       D              e
The night is fading into morning. Give us a drop of your sweet poteen
e                                                                                                                      D                    e
The rain was lashing the sun was rising. The wind was howling through the trees.
e                                                                                                                             D             e-D
The madness from the mountains crawling when I saw you first my own Aisling.

G                                  C                   G
Bless the wind that shakes the barley
C                G                                     D     
Curse the spade and curse the plough
       G              C                 G                  C
I've counted years and weeks and days
          G                                        D              G
And I wish to God that I was with you now.

Chorus (2x) + Aisling Tune (Noten)   (Midi)

(Noten)   (Midi)


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