C / F – C – G / F – C
1. As (C) I walk round (F) London (C) city 'neath the (F) skies so dark and (C) grey,
I cannot (F)
hear fa(C)miliar sounds; my (F) mind is (C) drifting a(G)way
A(C)cross the (F) deep blue (C) ocean and (F) down
that old road(C)way
To see a(F)gain that (C) threshing mill on an (G) Irish (F) harvest (C) day.
It's An Irish (F) harvest (C) day now (F) long past a(C)way,
Beau(F)tiful (C) memories (F) will ne(C)ver
de(G)cay.
And no (C) matter (F) where I (C)wander and no (F) matter where I (C) stray,
I tread a(F)gain
my (C) footsteps on an (G) Irish (F) harvest (C) day.
C / F – C – G / F – C
I can see my (F) dear old (C) mother out(F)side our cabin (C)door
Singing (F) some old (C) Irish song I
(F) long to (C) hear once (G) more,
And I (C) wonder (F) if she's (C)waiting with those (F) kind word she
might (G) say.
God (C) bless you (F) all and (C) welcome home on this (G) Irish (F) harvest (C) day.
It's An Irish (F) harvest (C) day now (F) long past a(C)way,
Beau(F)tiful (C) memories (F) will ne(C)ver
de(G)cay.
And no (C) matter (F) where I (C) wander and no (F) matter where I (C) stray,
I tread a(F)gain
my (C) footsteps on an (G) Irish (F) harvest (C) day.
(D) Every(G)thing has (D) changed now; there's
(G) no one there no (D) more.
The roses (G) they’re all (D) dead and gone a(G)round that (D) homestead (A)
door.
The (D) young folks (G) are all (D) scattered and the (G) old ones passed a(D)way.
There's no one
(G) left to (D) greet me on this (A) Irish (G) harvest (D) day.
It's An Irish (G) harvest (D) day now (G) long past a(D)way,
Beau(G)tiful (D) memories (G) will ne(D)ver de(A)cay.
And no (D) matter (G) where I (D)wander and no (G) matter where I (D) stray,
I tread a(G)gain my (D) footsteps on
an (A) Irish (G) harvest (D) day
I tread a(G)gain my (D) footsteps on an (A) Irish (G) harvest (D) day