The High Kings

The High Kings

Cavan Girl
Composição de (Thom Moore)
Intro 
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Verse 
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As I walked the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down 
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For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town 
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Though Oughter and the road I go, once seemed beyond compare 
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair 

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The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare 
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Each redcoat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair 
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My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh 
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As the broken pool of sky reminds, the colour of her eyes 

Instrumental 
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At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found 
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And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town 
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If my luck will hold, I'll have the golden summer of her smile 
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And to break the hearts of Cavan men, she'll talk to me awhile 

Instrumental 
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Verse 
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So, next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Killeshandra bound 
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To work the week 'til I return to court in Cavan Town 
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When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not said 'No' 
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So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her, I'll go 

Instrumental 
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Verse 
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As I walked the road from Killeshandra, weary, I sat down 
                     G      Am        G   F                      G 
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town 
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Though Oughter and the road I go, once seemed beyond compare 
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair 
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Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl, so fair

Enviado por: Jesse Gomes

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