Tom: G
G Em C D
The winter it is past and the summers come at last
Bm Am D
And the birds they are singing in the trees
C G Am D
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
G Am D
For my true love is far away from me.
G Em C D
The rose upon the brier, by the water running clear
Bm D
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
C G Am D
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
G Am D
For my true love is absent from me.
C G Am D
And its straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
G Am D
For its there Ill find tidings of my dear.
All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pains you endure,
For experience let me know, that your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no mortal can endure.
