The chords to The Green Hills of Clare are presented in the key of D. The lyrics are about someone who has travelled the world but has found nowhere he loves more than his childhood home, Co Clare.
[chordsandlyrics][D]Though I have travelled many lands, to far [A]off Aust[D]ralian [D7]sands
My [G]thoughts turn to [D]Eirn when my [E7]day’s toil is [A-A7]done
I [D]travelled Great Britain O’er I’m now [A]on Col[D]umbia’s [D7]shore
The [G]birth place of [D]freedom and the [A]famed [G]Washing[D]ton
[A]Scenes of splendour [D]I have met amongst them [A]all I [D]can’t forget
A vine [A]covered [D]cottage with [E7]roses quiet [A-A7]rare
It [D]stands on a pleasant vale far o’er the [A]seas in [D]Inish[D7]fail
The [G]home of my [D]childhood my [A]sweet [G]County [D]Clare[/chordsandlyrics]
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I love my country through and through from Loop Head to Killaloe
It’s round towers and Abbeys I love and revere
I’ve heard all her stories, of her famed views and glories
From the groves of Tir Connell to the coast of Cape Clear
And deep in each exile’s heart, are thoughts too scared to impart
Concerning my childhood and my playmates so fair
Let nobody blame me, let no Treaty defame me
When I speak of my birthplace, in my sweet County Clare
Kincora’s proud halls are gone but Claremen still battle on
With courage unaltered, unswerving and true
As in days when victorious ‘neath sunburst so glorious
They marched into battle led by King Brian Boru
On Clontarf’s historic plain they vanquished the daring Dane
Thoughslain by a Viking while kneeling in prayer
The Norsemen were scattered wide, their galleys sunk beneath the tide
And Brian was avenged by the Dal Cais from Clare
And if that day Clare men proved true,we’ve men today like Brian Boru
Ever ready and willing to do and to dare
To march down the Shannonside and charge by the cannon-side
And drive the invader from the green hills of Clare
The Green Hills of clare lyrics and chords print version
[D]Though I have travelled many lands, to far [A]off Aust[D]ralian [D7]sands
My [G]thoughts turn to [D]Eirn when my [E7]day’s toil is [A-A7]done
I [D]travelled Great Britain O’er I’m now [A]on Col[D]umbia’s [D7]shore
The [G]birth place of [D]freedom and the [A]famed [G]Washing[D]ton
[A]Scenes of splendour [D]I have met amongst them [A]all I [D]can’t forget
A vine [A]covered [D]cottage with [E7]roses quiet [A-A7]rare
It [D]stands on a pleasant vale far o’er the [A]seas in [D]Inish[D7]fail
The [G]home of my [D]childhood my [A]sweet [G]County [D]Clare
I love my country through and through from Loop Head to Killaloe
It’s round towers and Abbeys I love and revere
I’ve heard all her stories, of her famed views and glories
From the groves of Tir Connell to the coast of Cape Clear
And deep in each exile’s heart, are thoughts too scared to impart
Concerning my childhood and my playmates so fair
Let nobody blame me, let no Treaty defame me
When I speak of my birthplace, in my sweet County Clare
Kincora’s proud halls are gone but Claremen still battle on
With courage unaltered, unswerving and true
As in days when victorious ‘neath sunburst so glorious
They marched into battle led by King Brian Boru
On Clontarf’s historic plain they vanquished the daring Dane
Thoughslain by a Viking while kneeling in prayer
The Norsemen were scattered wide, their galleys sunk beneath the tide
And Brian was avenged by the Dal Cais from Clare
And if that day Clare men proved true,we’ve men today like Brian Boru
Ever ready and willing to do and to dare
To march down the Shannonside and charge by the cannon-side
And drive the invader from the green hills of Clare
