Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Newgrange
| D | Bm | D | A |
Your | mysteries lay | hidden in | stones that can't | speak, |
| G | F#m | Bm |
Thru' | time all your | wondrous knowledge we | seek, |
| G | D | Bm | A |
Be ye | tomb or a | temple we'd | like to know | why |
| D | Bm | G | D |
On | mid-winter's | morning - you | seek light from the | sky, |
| Bm | G | D | A |
Your | white quartz | stones must have | brightened the | days |
| G | F#m | Bm |
When | the sun it shone | down and reflected its | rays, |
| D | G | D |
You re | fuse us a key - or | some Rosetta | Stone, |
| Bm | G | D |
We gaze on just | Circles - on your | Motifs and | Bones. |
Chorus
| D | Bm | D | A |
Sing a | way Brú na | Bóinne on the | Banks of the | Boyne, |
| G | F#m | Bm |
Fal de | da for your | glory would not yield to | time, |
| G | D | Bm | A |
Glory | o! to the | men and the | women laid to | rest |
| D | Bm | G | D |
Who brought | greatness to | Ireland - the | Isle of the | blessed. |
| D | Bm | D | A |
From your | pillars of | grandeur and the | answer is | sought, |
| G | F#m | Bm |
When the | tombs of the | Pharoahs were only a | thought, |
| G | D | Bm | A |
Irish | folk in their | labour looked | up from the | Boyne |
| D | Bm | G | D |
To see | standing a | monument - that would | not yield to | time. |
| Bm | G | D | A |
You saw | Chieftains, Na | Fianna and | monks stopped to | call |
| G | F#m | Bm |
And they | trampled the | hills onto Tara's Royal | Halls, |
| D | G | D |
And they | watched on the Cradle - of | our art and de | sign |
| Bm | G | D |
That inspired Irish | artists - much | later in | time. |
Chorus
| D | Bm | D | A |
For you're | placed in a | county still | royal with its | arms |
| G | F#m | Bm |
With a | river of | beauty with countless wild | charms. |
| G | D | Bm | A |
You | stand there ma | jestic and | tower on the | plain, |
| D | Bm | G | D |
And your | passage of | wonder - a | secret re | mains. |
| Bm | G | D | A |
So be | proud all of | Erin of a | history long | gone, |
| G | F#m | Bm |
That in | spired gene | rations of men later | on. |
| D | G | D |
Your | age is your greatness - and a | testament | still |
| Bm | G | D |
As we look at | Brú na Bóinne - on a | County Meath | hill |
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