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Date: Tue, 24 Oct 1995 00:16:23 +0100
From: Bren 

After all the resources I have obtained from OLGA I thought that it was
about time I put something back in!!

I am submitting the chords for _all_ the songs on Van Morrison's album
'Irish Heartbeat'.  I hope that they will be of use to somebody out there.
If anybody spots any errors, please feel free to submit corrections and
mail me with them as well!  Although I am fairly confident that they are
correct, there may be a few mistakes!  Also, to the people at OLGA, please
submit this to other archives if you think it is worthwhile.  The lyrics
were obtained from the Van Morrison Homepage (I did not type them all out
myself) and I thank the Author.  Unfortunately I have mislaid the E Mail
address but if you want to contact him you can probably do so by doing a
search on your browser for Van Morrison.

Bren.



 Van Morrison song lyrics:
                            Irish Heartbeat album

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     Star Of The County Down

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Introduction:

Em G D Em D

Em G D Em D Em

G D Em D

Em G D Em D Em

     [Em] In Banbridge Town in the [G] County [D] Down
     One [Em] morning last [D] July,
     From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen
     And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]
     She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet
     To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.
     Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self
     For to [Em] see I was [D] really [D] there.

     Chorus:
     From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and
     From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town,
     No [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] brown [D] colleen
     That I [Em] met in the [D] County {Em] Down.

     As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
     And I looked with a feelin' rare,
     And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,
     "Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
     He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
     "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
     It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
     She's the star of the County Down".

     Chorus:
     From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
     From Galway to Dublin Town,
     No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
     That I met in the County Down.

     At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
     And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
     With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
     Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
     No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
     Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
     Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
     Sits the star of the County Down.

     Chorus / Repeat

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     Irish Heartbeat

     Words and Music by Van Morrison

     Oh [E7] won't you [A] stay, stay awhile
     With your [D] own [E] ones. [E7]
     Don't ever [A] stray, stray so far
     From your [D] own [E] ones.
     This old [A] world is so cold. [A7]
     Don't care nothin' for your [D] soul
     You [E] share with your [A] own ones.

     Don't rush away, rush away
     From your own ones.
     Just one more day, one more day
     With your own ones.
     For the world is so cold.
     Don't care nothin' for your soul
     You share with your own ones.

     Bridge:
     There's a [D] stranger and he's
     Standing at your [A] door.
     May be your best [D] friend
     Might be your [F#m] brother,
     You may never [E] know. [E7}

     I'm going [A] back, going back
     To my own ones.
     Back to talk, talk awhile
     With my own ones.
     For the world is so cold.
     Don't care nothing for your soul
     You share with your own ones.

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     Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     [A7} Ta mo [D] chleamhnas [Bm] deanta o [D] athru [G] areir
     S'ni [D] mo na go [Bm] dtaithnioonn an [D] bhean liom [G] fein
     Ach [D] fagfaidh me i mo [Bm] dhiaidh i
     'gus [D] imeoidh me liom [G] fein
     Ar [D] fud na [Bm] gcoillte [A7] craobh [D] ach

     [D] A match was a [Bm] made [D] here last [G] night
     To a [D] girl I [Bm] neither [D] love nor [G] like
     But I'll [D] take my own [Bm] advice
     And [D] leave her [G] behind
     And go [D] roaming the [Bm] wild woods all [A7] over. [D]

     Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
     Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
     Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
     'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite

Middle Eight (change of key)  ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D

     I walked up and I walked down.
     I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
     But no equal to my true love could I find.
     She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.

     D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
     'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
     Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
     Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

     I got up two hours before day
     And I got a letter from my true love.
     I heard the blackbird and linnet say
     That my love had crossed the ocean.

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     Raglan Road

     Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy
     Moloney

Intro: D A7 D

     [A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day,
     I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew.
     That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare
     That [D] I may one day [A7] rue.
     I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked
     A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way
     And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf
     At the [Bm] dawning [A7] of the day.

     On Grafton Street in November,
     We tripped lightly along the ledge
     Of a deep ravine where can be seen
     The world of passions pledge.
     The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts
     And I not making hay,
     Well I loved too much by such and such
     Is happiness thrown away.

     I gave her the gifts of the mind.
     I gave her the secret sign
     That's known to all the artists who have
     Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
     With word and tint I did not stint.
     I gave her reems of poems to say
     With her own dark hair and her own name there
     Like the clouds over fields of May.

     On a quiet where old ghosts meet,
     I see her walking now away from me,
     So hurriedly my reason must allow.
     For I have wooed not as I should
     A creature made of clay.
     When the angel woos, the clay heel lose
     His wings at the dawn of the day.

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     She Moved Through the Fair

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     [D] My [C] young love said to [D] me,
     My [C] mother won't [D] mind
     And my [C]fat [D] her won't slight you
     For [C] your lack of [Am7] kind.
     And she [C] stepped [D] away from me
     And [C] this she did [Am7] say,
     "It [C] will not be [D] long love
     Till [C] our wedding [D] day".

     She [C] stepped away [D] from me
     And she [C] moved [D] through the fair
     And slowly I watched her move here
     And move there.
     She went her way slowly
     With one star awake,
     As the swan in the evening
     Moves over the lake.

     I dreamt that last night that,
     My young love came in.
     So softly she entered,
     That her feet made no din.
     She came close beside me
     And this she did say,
     "It will not be long love
     Till our wedding day".

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     I'll Tell Me Ma

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

                Intro:  A E7 A E7 A D A E7 A D A E7 A

     I'll [A] tell me Ma when I go home,
     The [E7] boy's won't leave the [A] girls alone.
     They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
     Well [E7} that's alright till I go [A] home.

     Chorus:
     [A] She is handsome. She is [D] pretty.
     [A] She is the bell of [E7} Belfast City.
     [A] She is courtin' [D] one, two, three.
     [A] Please won't you [E7} tell me, [A] who is she?

     Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
     All the boy's are fighting for her.
     They knock at the door and ring at the bell
     Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?
     Out she comes as white as snow,
     Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
     Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die
     If you don't get the fella
     With the roving eye.

     Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
     And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
     She's as nice as apple pie.
     She'll get her own lad by and by.
     When she gets a lad of her own,
     She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
     Let them all come as they will
     For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

     Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus

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     Carrickfergus

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     I [Am] wished I [Dm] had you in [G7] Carrick [Am] fergus,
     Only for [Dm] nights in [G7] Bally [C] grand,
     I [Am] would swim [Dm] over the [G7] deepest [Am] ocean,
     The deepest [Dm] ocean to be [Am] by your [C] side.

     But the [G7] sea is [C] wide and I [Dm] can't swim [G7] over
     And neither [C] ha [Am] ve I [Dm] wings to [G7] fly.
     I [Am] wish I could [Dm] find me a [G7] handy [Am] boatman
     To ferry me [Dm] over [G7] to my love and [C] die.

     My childhood days bring back sad reflections
     Of happy days so long ago.
     My boyhood friends and my own relations.
     Have all passed on like the melting snow.

     Chorus 1

[C] So I'll [G7] spend my [C] days [Am] in [Dm] endless [G7] roving,
     Soft is the [C] grass [Am] and my [Dm] bed is [G7] free.
     Oh to be [Dm] home now [G7] in Carrick [Am] fergus,
     On the long road [Dm] down to the [G7] salty [C] sea.

     And in Kilkenny it is reported
     On marble stone there as black as ink,
     With gold and silver I did support her
     But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

     Chorus 2

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
     A handsome rover from town to town.
     Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
     Come all ye young men and lay me down.

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     Celtic Ray

     Words and Music by Van Morrison

                (The introduction and the middle eight of this song are
taken from an Irish traditional song called Buachaill on Eireann which
roughly translates as the Boy From Ireland)

     When [G] Lewellen comes around
     And he goes through market town
     [Am] You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
     [G] Are you ready?

     [G] When McManus comes around
     On his early morning round
     [Am] Cryin' "Herrin' Olay"
     [G] You'll be on the Celtic Ray.

     1st Bridge:
     [Am] Ireland, [Em] Scotland, [Am] Brittany, and [Em] Wales,
     I can [Am] hear those [Em] ancient [Am] voices calling,
     [G] "Children, children"

     When the coalbrick man comes round,
     On a cold November day
     You'll be on the Celtic Ray,
     Are you ready?

                        Middle 8   GC GC G

     2nd Bridge:
     Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall and Wales,
     I can hear those ancient voices calling,
     "Children, children, children".

     Listen Jimmy, I wanna go home.
     Listen Jimmy I wanna go home.
     I've been away from the Ray too long.

     Repeat

     I've been away from the Ray too long.
     In the early mornin', we'll go walkin' where
     The light comes shining through
     On the Celtic Ray,
     Are you ready?

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     My Lagan Love

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     [F] Where [Eb] Lagan [F] streams sing lulla [Eb] bies
     There [F] blows a [Bb] lily [F] fair.
     [F] The [Eb} twilight [F] gleam is in her [Eb] eye,
     The [F] night is [Bb] on her [F] hair.
     [F] And like a [Bb] love [F] sick lena [Bb] shee
     She hath my [Gm] heart in [C7] thr [F] all.
     [Fm] No life have [F] I, no liber [Eb] ty,
     For [F] love is [Bb] Lord of [F] all.

                 F Bb F

     And often when the beetles horn
     Has lulled the eve to sleep,
     I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
     And through the doorway creep.
     There on the cricket's singing stone,
     She makes the bogwood fire
     And sings in sweet and undertone,
     The song of hearts desire.

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     Marie's Wedding

     Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     Chorus:
     [A] Step we gaily on we go,
     [D] Heel and heel
     And [A] toe for toe,
     Arm and arm
     And row and row,
     [D] All for Marie's [E7] wedding.

     [A] Over hillways, up and down,
     [D] Myrtle green and [E7] bracken brown,
     [A] Past the sheilings through the town
     [D] All for the sake of [E7]Marie.

     Chorus

     [A] Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,
     [D] Bright her eyes as [E7] any star.
     [A] Fairest of them all by far,
     [D] Is our darlin' [E7] Marie.

     Chorus
     Plenty herring, plenty meal,
     Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
     Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
     That's the toast for Marie.

     Repeat Chorus