Christy Moore – The Curragh Of Kildare chords

G                Em           C                DThe winter it is past and the summers come at last
                         Bm      Am    DAnd the small birds they sing on every tree
      C                 G        Am           DTheir little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
         G            Am            DSince my true love is far away from me.

The rose upon the brier, by the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed but mine is not at rest
While my true love is absent from me.

A livery Ill wear and Ill comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear,
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For its there Ill find tidings of my dear.

Ill wear a cap of black, with a frill around my neck
Gold rings on my fingers I wear
Its this I undertake, for my true lovers sake
He resides at the Curragh of Kildare.

I would not think it strange, thus the world for me to range
If I got tidings of my dear,
But here in Cupids chain, if Im bound to remain
I would spend my whole life in despair.

My love is like the sun, that in the firmament does run
And always proves constant and true,
But he is like the moon, that wanders up and down
And every month is new.

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 cure.