Chords for Johnny McEvoy - Michael Collins (Live)
Tempo:
95.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [G]
[N] The Curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass, and he looked down on the
road below him that wound its way through Bailnabla.
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing, running backwards and forwards, dodging and
weaving and ducking the bullets that rained down on them from the hillside opposite.
Just as quickly as it started, the firing stopped, and a terrible silence hung over the valley.
A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain, dressed in green greatcoat, leggings,
and brown hobnail boots that would never again set the sparks flying from the kitchen flagstones
as he danced his way through a half-set.
A hurried, whispered act of contrition, and the firing breaks out again.
The Curlew takes to flight, and as he flies out over the empty, sad fields of West Cork,
with his lonesome call, he must tell the world that the big fellow has fallen, and that Michael is [G] gone.
On the far-off August day, [C] cold young men in [G] ambush lay on a roadside by a hill where flowers [D] grow.
[G] So much hate for one so young who [C] was right unto one's [G] wrong.
Though a thousand years [D] may pass, we'll never [G] know.
Candles dripping blood, they place beside [C]
your shoulder [D] rosary beads.
Like teardrops [G] on your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
[C] In their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [Am]
in [D] their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
And when evening twilight came, [C] gently fell the autumn [G] rain.
Ah, but you lay still and silent on [D] the ground as [G] we hung our heads in prayer.
In [C] our sorrow [G] and despair, we wondered, was it friend [D] or foe who [G] shut you down?
Candles dripping blood, they place beside [C] your shoulders rosary [D] beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
In their [C] grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
[D]
[G]
Now the flame that you held high, when [C] you called out to the [G] sky,
to end this senseless killing and this [D] shame,
has [G] now passed through other lands and [C] is carried through the [G] land.
Now by some not fit [D] to even speak [G] your name,
candles dripping blood, they place beside [C] your shoulders rosary [D]
beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
In [C] their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you had [G] to go.
Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, why [G] did you go?
[N] The Curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass, and he looked down on the
road below him that wound its way through Bailnabla.
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing, running backwards and forwards, dodging and
weaving and ducking the bullets that rained down on them from the hillside opposite.
Just as quickly as it started, the firing stopped, and a terrible silence hung over the valley.
A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain, dressed in green greatcoat, leggings,
and brown hobnail boots that would never again set the sparks flying from the kitchen flagstones
as he danced his way through a half-set.
A hurried, whispered act of contrition, and the firing breaks out again.
The Curlew takes to flight, and as he flies out over the empty, sad fields of West Cork,
with his lonesome call, he must tell the world that the big fellow has fallen, and that Michael is [G] gone.
On the far-off August day, [C] cold young men in [G] ambush lay on a roadside by a hill where flowers [D] grow.
[G] So much hate for one so young who [C] was right unto one's [G] wrong.
Though a thousand years [D] may pass, we'll never [G] know.
Candles dripping blood, they place beside [C]
your shoulder [D] rosary beads.
Like teardrops [G] on your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
[C] In their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [Am]
in [D] their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
And when evening twilight came, [C] gently fell the autumn [G] rain.
Ah, but you lay still and silent on [D] the ground as [G] we hung our heads in prayer.
In [C] our sorrow [G] and despair, we wondered, was it friend [D] or foe who [G] shut you down?
Candles dripping blood, they place beside [C] your shoulders rosary [D] beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
In their [C] grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
[D]
[G]
Now the flame that you held high, when [C] you called out to the [G] sky,
to end this senseless killing and this [D] shame,
has [G] now passed through other lands and [C] is carried through the [G] land.
Now by some not fit [D] to even speak [G] your name,
candles dripping blood, they place beside [C] your shoulders rosary [D]
beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your fingers, friends and comrades standing by.
In [C] their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you had [G] to go.
Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, why [G] did you go?
Key:
G
D
C
E
Am
G
D
C
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [N] The Curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass, and he looked down on the
road below him that wound its way through Bailnabla.
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing, running backwards and forwards, dodging and
weaving and ducking the bullets that rained down on them from the hillside opposite.
_ _ Just as quickly as it started, the firing stopped, _ and a terrible silence hung over the valley. _
_ A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain, dressed in green greatcoat, _ leggings,
_ and brown hobnail boots that would never again set the sparks flying from the kitchen flagstones
as he danced his way through a half-set.
_ A hurried, whispered act of contrition, _ and the firing breaks out again.
_ _ The Curlew takes to flight, and as he flies out over the empty, sad fields of West Cork,
_ with his lonesome call, he must tell the world _ _ _ that the big fellow has fallen, _ _ and that Michael _ is [G] gone.
_ _ On the far-off August day, _ [C] cold young men in [G] ambush lay on a roadside by a hill where flowers [D] grow.
_ _ _ _ [G] So much hate for one so young who [C] was right unto one's [G] wrong.
_ _ Though a thousand years [D] may pass, we'll never [G] know.
_ _ _ _ _ Candles dripping _ blood, _ they place beside [C]
your shoulder _ _ _ [D] rosary beads.
_ Like teardrops [G] on your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ [C] In their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [Am]
in [D] their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
_ _ _ _ _ And when evening _ twilight came, _ [C] gently fell the autumn [G] rain.
_ Ah, but you lay still and silent on [D] the ground as _ _ _ [G] we hung our heads in prayer.
In [C] our sorrow _ [G] and despair, we wondered, was it friend [D] or foe who [G] shut you down?
_ _ _ _ _ Candles dripping blood, _ they place beside [C] your shoulders _ _ _ rosary [D] _ beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ In their [C] grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now the flame that you held high, when [C] you called out to the [G] sky,
_ to end this senseless killing and this [D] shame,
_ _ _ _ has [G] now passed through other lands and [C] is carried through the [G] land.
Now _ _ by some _ not fit [D] to even speak [G] your name, _
_ _ _ candles dripping blood, _ they place beside [C] your _ _ shoulders _ rosary [D] _
beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ In [C] their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you had [G] to go.
_ _ _ _ Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, why [G] did you go? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] The Curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass, and he looked down on the
road below him that wound its way through Bailnabla.
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing, running backwards and forwards, dodging and
weaving and ducking the bullets that rained down on them from the hillside opposite.
_ _ Just as quickly as it started, the firing stopped, _ and a terrible silence hung over the valley. _
_ A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain, dressed in green greatcoat, _ leggings,
_ and brown hobnail boots that would never again set the sparks flying from the kitchen flagstones
as he danced his way through a half-set.
_ A hurried, whispered act of contrition, _ and the firing breaks out again.
_ _ The Curlew takes to flight, and as he flies out over the empty, sad fields of West Cork,
_ with his lonesome call, he must tell the world _ _ _ that the big fellow has fallen, _ _ and that Michael _ is [G] gone.
_ _ On the far-off August day, _ [C] cold young men in [G] ambush lay on a roadside by a hill where flowers [D] grow.
_ _ _ _ [G] So much hate for one so young who [C] was right unto one's [G] wrong.
_ _ Though a thousand years [D] may pass, we'll never [G] know.
_ _ _ _ _ Candles dripping _ blood, _ they place beside [C]
your shoulder _ _ _ [D] rosary beads.
_ Like teardrops [G] on your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ [C] In their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [Am]
in [D] their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
_ _ _ _ _ And when evening _ twilight came, _ [C] gently fell the autumn [G] rain.
_ Ah, but you lay still and silent on [D] the ground as _ _ _ [G] we hung our heads in prayer.
In [C] our sorrow _ [G] and despair, we wondered, was it friend [D] or foe who [G] shut you down?
_ _ _ _ _ Candles dripping blood, _ they place beside [C] your shoulders _ _ _ rosary [D] _ beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ In their [C] grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you [G] had to go.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now the flame that you held high, when [C] you called out to the [G] sky,
_ to end this senseless killing and this [D] shame,
_ _ _ _ has [G] now passed through other lands and [C] is carried through the [G] land.
Now _ _ by some _ not fit [D] to even speak [G] your name, _
_ _ _ candles dripping blood, _ they place beside [C] your _ _ shoulders _ rosary [D] _
beads.
Like teardrops on [G] your _ fingers, _ _ friends and comrades standing by.
_ In [C] their grief, they wonder why, Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, you had [G] to go.
_ _ _ _ Michael, [D]
in their hour of need, why [G] did you go? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _