There were [C]Magic nights in the Lobby Bar when Brendan Ring played [C7]Madame Bonaparte
[F]Every note that the
[C]piper would play would [G]send me away, [C]send me away
A[F]way through the window a[C]way in the rain [G]over the
city a[C]way on the air
To a [F]field by a river where the [C]trees are so green the [G]deepest of green that [C]you've
ever seen
Where [F]once you have been you can [C]go back again you can [G]go anytime you can [C]go anytime
Because
it's [Dm]only in your [G]mind
There were magic nights in the lobby bar with Ricky Lynch and his golden guitar
Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the
barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky
We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and
kind
And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me away send me away
Away through the window etc…
There
were magic nights in the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe would sing like a lark
Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark
Singing
I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely cave and I am the flower of Ireland
Adrift on the ocean wave
I am the
lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill, I am the child of Summer I can remember you still,
And every note that Ger Wolfe
would play would send me away send me away
Away through the window etc…
It was Autumn in Mayfield and the
barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky
We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and
kind
