(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of golden
(A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather, and
(G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I recall the day when I (G) left my native (D) home.
And the days I spent around, the (G) lovely Mullina-(A)-hone
And
the (D) nights we danced in Fethard, with (G) Mick Del and his (D) band
I can hear him say ''Some Waltzes Now'' as he (G)takes
the (A) old band-(D)-stand.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of
golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather,
and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
I long to see The Rock of Cashel, (G) standing proud and (D) tall.
And to go to mass in Holycross, with it's (G)
ancient abbey (A) walls.
To (D) fish along the Suir, from (G) Cahir down to (D) Clonmell.
Maybe someday I'll get my
wish, sure (G) time can (A) only (D) tell.
(D) Take me back to Tipperary on an (G) Irish harvest (D) morn
When the fields are decorated, with (G) crops of
golden (A)corn
To (D) climb the Galtee Mountains, when the (G) days are long in (D) spring
To smell the scented heather,
and (G) hear the (A) wild birds (D) sing.
