Take my hand, and dry your tears babe Take my hand, forget your fears babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They're all gone, gone in the years babe
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze On a road leading up Glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go Take my hand and dry your tears, babe Take my hand, forget your fears, babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They're all gone, gone in the years, babe I sat for a while by the gap in the wall Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called And a fiddle playing "Sean Dun Na Ngall" And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl 'Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Take my hand and dry your tears, babe Take my hand, forget your fears, babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They're all gone, gone in the years, babe So I walked as the day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing By the broad majestic Shannon
Bloody hell what a great band!
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe
one of my greatest inspirations. pity about Shane. The Pogues forever!
Love this song.
Magical
off to brixton tonite for another poguefest of guinness and mayhem!
Oh, man I need a drink! And its just 4PM ...
@llavoy, don't pity Shane mate, take him for what he is, one of if not the best songwriters of our time.
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze
On a road leading up Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years, babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing "Sean Dun Na Ngall"
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
'Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years, babe
So I walked as the day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon
Thanks -Christ I am glad Shane lived those early years in Tipp
boi