Connemara Cradle Song lyrics and chords

The chords to Connemara Cradle Song are presented in the key of D. The lyrics are from the point of view of a wife who is looking forward to her fisherman husband coming back to the land after a period of time in a stormy sea.

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[chordsandlyrics][Eb]On wings of the wind o’erthe dark rolling [Bb]deep
Angels are coming to [Bb7]watch o’er thy [Eb]sleep
Angels are coming to watch over [Bb]thee
So list to the wind coming [Bb7]over the [Eb]sea

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Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind [Bb]blow
Lean your head over and [Bb7]hear the wind [Eb]blow[/chordsandlyrics]

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Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be crossed
May no one that’s dear to our island be lost
Blow the wind lightly, calm be the foam
Shine the light brightly to guide them home

The Currachs are sailing way out in the blue
Laden with herrin’ of shiney hue
Silver the herrin’ and silver the sea
And soon they’ll be silver for baby and me

The Currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore
And daddy goes sailing, asailing no more
The nets will be drying the nets heaven blessed
And safe in my arms dear, contented he’ll rest

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[Eb]On wings of the wind o’erthe dark rolling [Bb]deep
Angels are coming to [Bb7]watch o’er thy [Eb]sleep
Angels are coming to watch over [Bb]thee
So list to the wind coming [Bb7]over the [Eb]sea

chorus

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind [Bb]blow
Lean your head over and [Bb7]hear the wind [Eb]blow

If I had done like mama said, I wouldn’t be here today
But being so young and foolish, let a gambler lead me astray

Go tell my baby sister, don’t do like I have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

I’m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost done
I’m going back to New Orleans, to live in that Rising Sun

My mother was a tailor, sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied is when he’s all a-drunk

Oh, mother tell your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery, in the house of the Rising Sun

Well I’ve got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh God were one

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