Aisling
Christy MooreVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of black and green
Hear the rebels voices calling,
I will not die 'till you bury me
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
Why has he forsaken me
Faded pictures in the hallway,
Which one of them brown ghosts is he
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough
I've counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
Fare thee well me own Aisling
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea
And the wind it blows from the North and South,
To the East And to the West
I will be like the wind my love,
For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee
1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning,
Give us a drop of your sweet poitin
The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,
The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling,
When I saw you first my own Aisling
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough
I've counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
Fare thee well me own Aisling
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea
Lots of Love,
Bart
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Readable chord sheet for Aisling by Christy Moore
[Am] S[C]ee the bright new moon is rising, A[F]bove the land of bl[C]ack and [G]green H[C]ear the rebels voices calling, I wi[F]ll not d[C]ie 'till you bu[G]ry m[C]e The au[C]nt upstairs in the b[F]ed she is cal[C]ling, Wh[F]y has he fors[C]aken [G]me Fad[C]ed pictures i[F]n the hal[C]lway, Whi[F]ch one of th[C]em brown gho[G]sts is h[C]e Bl[C]ess the wind that shakes the barley, Cu[F]rse the spade and cu[C]rse the pl[G]ough I'[C]ve counted years and we[F]eks and d[C]ays, And I wi[F]sh to G[C]od I was wi[G]th you n[C]ow F[C]are thee well me bla[F]ck-haired diamond, F[C]are thee well me own Ais[G]ling A[C]t night fo[F]nd dreams of y[C]ou still ha[F]unt me, F[C]ar acr[F]oss the gre[G]y north s[C]ea And the w[F]ind it blows from the N[G]orth and South, T[F]o the East And to the We[G]st I w[F]ill be like the wi[G]nd my love, For[F] I will know no re[Am]st 'ti[C]ll I re[F]turn t[G]o th[C]ee [Am]1, 2, 3 telegraph poles, Stan[F]ding on the co[G]ld black ro[Am]ad The night is fading into morning, G[F]ive us a drop of your swe[G]et po[Am]itin The ra[Am]in was lashing - the sun was rising, The wi[F]nd was howling thro[G]ugh the tr[Am]ees The madness from the mountains crawling, When I[F] saw you fi[G]rst my own Ais[Am]ling Bl[C]ess the wind that shakes the barley, Cu[F]rse the spade and cu[C]rse the pl[G]ough I'[C]ve counted years and we[F]eks and d[C]ays, And I wi[F]sh to G[C]od I was wi[G]th you n[C]ow F[C]are thee well me bla[F]ck-haired diamond, F[C]are thee well me own Ais[G]ling A[C]t night fo[F]nd dreams of y[C]ou still ha[F]unt me, F[C]ar acr[F]oss the gre[G]y north s[C]ea Lots of Love, Bart