Andy Irvine -Patrick Street- The Holy Ground Chords
Tempo:
100.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [G]
[Bm] [Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[D] I was born on the holy ground, a running boy in fields of clover, living in the grandeur [Em] of my [G] father's land.
[Am] [D]
By the side of the swirling sea, [G] I [D] spent the days of childish wonder, and the rocks I held in my [F#m] young hands, [Em] I never felt [G] them slip away.
[Am] Well, [D]
the sun shone [Em] bright [Bm] upon the [G] waves, and the [D] wind blew high [A] as I [D] was leaping, and I sailed so far away,
[Em] looking [G] for adventure.
[Am] [D]
But I would not stay where the city [G] streets [D] proclaim so loudly man's endeavour, though music is a pretty thing [Em] in [G] fine company.
[A] [D]
By the wilderness took my breath away, [G]
[D] under a sun [A] that never [D] faltered, a man has to find his [Bm] way [Em]
where no [G] one ever goes.
[Am]
[D]
It was in the south that my new [Bm] home lay, [G] a [D] dark-eyed girl [A] and [D] wild horses, put hummingbirds and roses there [Em] in [G]
old Mexico.
[A] [D]
[E] [D] [G]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[Em] [G] [A]
[Bm]
[G] [B]
[A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm] [Em]
[A] [D] But the winds of change, they blew so [G] far, [D] of liberty and revolution, and it seemed that each man heard in his breast [Em] the drumming [G] of a nation.
[A]
It [D] [A]
[D] was on the fields where the guns did play, [G] I [D] fell there with men as another, where the sagebrush [Em] grows and the [D] desert wind [Em] is blowing [G]
free.
[A] I [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[D] was born [Em] on the holy [D] ground, [G] a [D] running boy in [A]
fields of [D] flower, living in the grandeur [Em] of my [G]
father's land.
[A] [Bm] [G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [Em] [A]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [Em] [A]
[Fm] [B] [Fm]
[B]
[Bm] [Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[D] I was born on the holy ground, a running boy in fields of clover, living in the grandeur [Em] of my [G] father's land.
[Am] [D]
By the side of the swirling sea, [G] I [D] spent the days of childish wonder, and the rocks I held in my [F#m] young hands, [Em] I never felt [G] them slip away.
[Am] Well, [D]
the sun shone [Em] bright [Bm] upon the [G] waves, and the [D] wind blew high [A] as I [D] was leaping, and I sailed so far away,
[Em] looking [G] for adventure.
[Am] [D]
But I would not stay where the city [G] streets [D] proclaim so loudly man's endeavour, though music is a pretty thing [Em] in [G] fine company.
[A] [D]
By the wilderness took my breath away, [G]
[D] under a sun [A] that never [D] faltered, a man has to find his [Bm] way [Em]
where no [G] one ever goes.
[Am]
[D]
It was in the south that my new [Bm] home lay, [G] a [D] dark-eyed girl [A] and [D] wild horses, put hummingbirds and roses there [Em] in [G]
old Mexico.
[A] [D]
[E] [D] [G]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[Em] [G] [A]
[Bm]
[G] [B]
[A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm] [Em]
[A] [D] But the winds of change, they blew so [G] far, [D] of liberty and revolution, and it seemed that each man heard in his breast [Em] the drumming [G] of a nation.
[A]
It [D] [A]
[D] was on the fields where the guns did play, [G] I [D] fell there with men as another, where the sagebrush [Em] grows and the [D] desert wind [Em] is blowing [G]
free.
[A] I [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[D] was born [Em] on the holy [D] ground, [G] a [D] running boy in [A]
fields of [D] flower, living in the grandeur [Em] of my [G]
father's land.
[A] [Bm] [G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[Em] [A]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [Em] [A]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [Em] [A]
[Fm] [B] [Fm]
[B]
Key:
G
D
Bm
Em
A
G
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[N] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ I was born on the holy ground, a running boy in fields of clover, _ _ living in the grandeur [Em] of my _ [G] father's land. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ By the side of the swirling sea, _ [G] I [D] spent the days of childish wonder, and the rocks I held in my [F#m] young hands, [Em] I never felt [G] them slip away.
[Am] Well, _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the sun shone [Em] bright [Bm] upon the [G] waves, and the [D] wind blew high [A] as I [D] was leaping, and I sailed so far away, _
[Em] looking [G] for _ adventure. _
_ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But I would not stay where the city [G] streets [D] proclaim so loudly man's endeavour, _ though music is a pretty thing [Em] _ in [G] fine company.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
By the wilderness took my breath away, [G] _
[D] under a sun [A] that never [D] faltered, _ a man has to find his [Bm] way [Em] _
where no [G] one ever goes.
[Am] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was in the south that my new [Bm] home lay, _ [G] a [D] dark-eyed girl [A] and [D] wild horses, _ put hummingbirds and roses there [Em] _ in _ [G]
old Mexico.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ But the winds of change, they blew so [G] far, [D] of liberty and revolution, _ and it seemed that each man heard in his breast [Em] the drumming [G] of a _ nation.
[A] _ _
It [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ was on the fields where the guns did play, _ [G] I [D] fell there with men as another, where the sagebrush [Em] grows and the [D] desert wind [Em] is blowing [G] _
free.
[A] I _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ was born [Em] on the holy [D] ground, [G] a [D] running boy in [A]
fields of [D] flower, _ living in the grandeur _ [Em] of my _ _ [G]
father's land.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Fm] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ I was born on the holy ground, a running boy in fields of clover, _ _ living in the grandeur [Em] of my _ [G] father's land. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ By the side of the swirling sea, _ [G] I [D] spent the days of childish wonder, and the rocks I held in my [F#m] young hands, [Em] I never felt [G] them slip away.
[Am] Well, _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
the sun shone [Em] bright [Bm] upon the [G] waves, and the [D] wind blew high [A] as I [D] was leaping, and I sailed so far away, _
[Em] looking [G] for _ adventure. _
_ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But I would not stay where the city [G] streets [D] proclaim so loudly man's endeavour, _ though music is a pretty thing [Em] _ in [G] fine company.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
By the wilderness took my breath away, [G] _
[D] under a sun [A] that never [D] faltered, _ a man has to find his [Bm] way [Em] _
where no [G] one ever goes.
[Am] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was in the south that my new [Bm] home lay, _ [G] a [D] dark-eyed girl [A] and [D] wild horses, _ put hummingbirds and roses there [Em] _ in _ [G]
old Mexico.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ But the winds of change, they blew so [G] far, [D] of liberty and revolution, _ and it seemed that each man heard in his breast [Em] the drumming [G] of a _ nation.
[A] _ _
It [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ was on the fields where the guns did play, _ [G] I [D] fell there with men as another, where the sagebrush [Em] grows and the [D] desert wind [Em] is blowing [G] _
free.
[A] I _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ was born [Em] on the holy [D] ground, [G] a [D] running boy in [A]
fields of [D] flower, _ living in the grandeur _ [Em] of my _ _ [G]
father's land.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Fm] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _