From Clare to Here lyrics and chords

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The chords to From Clare to Here are given here in the key of D Major/B Minor – the keys used by The Fureys. Ralph McTell plays the song in C Major/A Minor.

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Well there’s  
G 
four of us who share the  
A 
room, 
 
 
D 
we work hard for the  
A 
craic
 
And  
G 
getting up late on  
A 
Sunday, I  
D 
never go to  
A 
Mass.
 
It’s a long  
Em 
long 
 
 
A7 
way from Clare to  
D 
here
Bm 
 
It’s a  
Em 
long long  
A7 
way from Clare to  
D 
here
Bm 
 
Oh, it’s a  
G 
long long  
A 
way, it grows  
D 
further day by  
Bm 
day
 
It’s a  
Em 
long long  
A 
way from Clare to  
Bm 
here.

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When Friday night comes around, well Terry’s only in to fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I’m too tired for writing.

Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I promised I’d be coming home with pockets full of green.

The only time I feel all right is when I’m into drinking
It eases off the pain a while and levels out my thinking.

I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it’s a notion
I dream I see white horses dance on that other ocean.

The lyrics to From Clare to Here tell the story of four young Irishmen working in England who find themselves drifting further and further away from their roots in Co Clare in Ireland.

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Well there’s [G]four of us who share the [A] room, [D]we work hard for the [A]craic
And [G]getting up late on [A] Sunday, I [D]never go to [A]Mass.

It’s a long [Em]long [A7]way from Clare to [D]here[Bm]
It’s a [Em]long long [A7]way from Clare to [D]here[Bm]
Oh, it’s a [G]long long [A]way, it grows [D]further day by [Bm]day
It’s a [Em]long long [A]way from Clare to [Bm]here.

When Friday night comes around, well Terry’s only in to fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I’m too tired for writing.

Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I promised I’d be coming home with pockets full of green.

The only time I feel all right is when I’m into drinking
It eases off the pain a while and levels out my thinking.

I sometimes hear a fiddle play or maybe it’s a notion
I dream I see white horses dance on that other ocean.

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