[A7]They'll be singing in Kilkenny, when [D]my time has come to[A7] go
Sweet songs in my memory, in [E7]tones soft and low
[A7]Songs of dear old Ireland, and [D]rebels so long a[A7]go
They'll be singing in Kil[E7]kenny, when I [A7]
go
They'll be gathering at Cleeres bar, when the Sun is sinking low
The singers and the poets, all the folks I used
to know
And guitars will be strummin' as the Moon is all aglow
They'll be singing in Kilkenny, when I go
They'll sing their songs of freedom, an old folk song or two
Good ole country ballads, just like I used to to
Old
songs straight from the heart, the ones that you all know
They'll be singing in Kilkenny, when I go
Fiddles and tin whistles, strike up their Irish tunes
And the audience is buzzin', all around that old barroom
Lovers
down by the River Nore, where the wild Shamrock grows
Will be singing in Kilkenny, when I go
Yes, they'll be singing in Kilkenny, when it's time for me to go
Sweet songs in my memory, in tones so soft and low
Songs
of dear old Ireland, and rebels so long ago
To be singing in kilkenny, when I go
They'll be singing in Kilkenny, when
my time , has come, to go
(c) Desi John Corcoran 2009, all rights reserved. dedicated to Kilkenny and in particular Cleeres Bar sessions)
