Bury my Heart in Ireland
by @berni1954
Liner Notes
This was written for the "Letter Writing Challenge"
Like me, my letter writer has spent most of his life away from his homeland and now he is reaching the end he has one last request of his son.
Instrument: Godin Nylon Strung Guitar
#ireland #lettersthroughthemail
Lyrics
(A) Dear son my time is near its end
A (F#m) favour I must (E) ask
It (A) may seem quite unusual
But I'm sure you're (E) up to the (A) task
You (F#m) know I've (E) been so (D) far from (A) home
Oh how the years have (E) run
But there's (A) one last task I plead you do
When I am (E) dead and (A) gone.
Oh, (F#m) bury my (E) heart in (D) Ire(A)land
You can do what you will with the (E) rest
But (A) bury my heart in Ireland
The land I (E) loved the (A) best
(A) I know it won't be easy now
To ful(F#m)fil my dying (E) plea
The au(A)thorities will balk at that
And the church will (E) not ag(A)ree
But my (F#m) spirit (E) will be (D) rest(A)less
If I'm laid in a foreign (E) land
And my (A) ghost will walk forever
Please accede to (E) my de(A)mand
Oh, (F#m) bury my (E) heart in (D) Ire(A)land
On some far Connemara (E) strand
(A) Bury my heart in Ireland
My own dear (E) native (A) land
(A) I have few regrets, I've lived a life
That was (F#m) full down here in (E) Spain
But the (A) distance I've put from Ireland
Has caused me (E) so much (A) pain
Won't you (F#m) kiss your (E) darling (D) mad(A)re
As they lay me in some (E) grave
But ful(A)fil my dying wish my lad
In this final (E) task be (A) brave
Oh, (F#m) bury my (E) heart in (D) Ire(A)land
That land so wild and (E) green
(A) Bury my heart in Ireland
Where it has (E) always (A) been
Comments
Connemara would be a beautiful place to have one's heart buried. I'd choose West Cork though which is where my mum's family are from
it belongs on the mixtapes we would order through some catalog and play in the kitchen. trad of unknown provenance and untold age.