In[G] a dimly lit room by a smouldering[D] fire
Sat an[C] old man so[G] lonely so sad and so[D] tired
Once he[G] struggled for freedom now he struggles to[D] live
With his[C] few small pos[G]sessions and his past to re[D]live
[Chorus]
There's a[C] faded old picture on the[G] wall all a[Em]lone
A[C] dusty old[D] picture the[C] pride of his[D] home
With[C] a harp and a shamrock with these[G] words under[Em]neath
[C]Ireland un[D]free shall[C] never be at[D] peace
[2]
And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime
Oh trhere seems now that nothing goes faster than time
To his comrades of old he remembers the day
When he marched behind Pearse and the bold IRA
[3]
And it's to easter week and his thoughts wander back
Oh thoes leaders of men sure no courage did lack
But now he's just left with his memories of old
For his name nor his story will never be told
[4]
He gazed at the picture and gave a sad smile
For each rinkle and line told a struggle of time
Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears
For the man in that picture was his friend Padraic Pearse
