Artist: Christy Moore
[C]This graveyard hides a m[Am]illion secrets,
[C]And the trees know more [Am]than they can tell.
[C]The ghosts of the saints and the[F] scholars will haunt you,
[G]In heaven and in[C] hell.
[C]Rattled by the glimmer man, the [Am]boogie man, the holy man,
[C]And livin' in the shadows, in th[Am]e shadows of a gunman.
[C]Rattled like the coppers in your[F] greasy till,
[G]Rattled until time stood[C] still.
[C]Look over your shoulder,[Am] hear the school bell ring,
[C]Another day of made-to-m[Am]easure history.
[C]I don't care if your her[F]oes have wings,
[G]Your terrible beauty has[C] been torn.
[CHORUS]
[Am] [G] [F] ` [G]
Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
[F]As you a[E]re now s[C]o once w[G]ere we.
[Am]Faithful de[G]parted, w[F]e the meek he[G]arted,
[F]With graces [E]imparting bri[D]ng flowers to th[G]ee.
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two.
They cursed you on Sundays and holy days of abstinence,
When you all stayed away.
When you slept there a naked bulb hid your shame,
Your shadows on the wall, they took all the blame.
The Sacred Heart's picture, compassion in his eyes,
Drowned out the river of sighs.
Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight,
It'll never come between the darkness and the light.
There is no pain that can't be eased,
By the devil's holy water and the rosary beads.
[CHORUS]
You're a history book I never could write,
Poetry in paralysis, too deep to recite.
Dress yourself, bless yourself, you've won the fight,
We're gonna celebrate the night.
We'll even climb the pillar like you always meant to,
Watch the sun rise over the strand.
Close your eyes and we'll pretend,
It could somehow be the same again.
I'll bury you upright so the sun doesn't blind you.
You won't have to gaze at the rain and the stars.
Sleep and dream of chapels and bars,
And whiskey in the jar.
[FINAL CHORUS]
Faithful departed, look what you've started;
An underdog's wounds aren't so easy to mend.
Faithful departed, there's no broken hearted,
And no more tristesse in your world without end.
[C]And the trees know more [Am]than they can tell.
[C]The ghosts of the saints and the[F] scholars will haunt you,
[G]In heaven and in[C] hell.
[C]Rattled by the glimmer man, the [Am]boogie man, the holy man,
[C]And livin' in the shadows, in th[Am]e shadows of a gunman.
[C]Rattled like the coppers in your[F] greasy till,
[G]Rattled until time stood[C] still.
[C]Look over your shoulder,[Am] hear the school bell ring,
[C]Another day of made-to-m[Am]easure history.
[C]I don't care if your her[F]oes have wings,
[G]Your terrible beauty has[C] been torn.
[CHORUS]
[Am] [G] [F] ` [G]
Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
[F]As you a[E]re now s[C]o once w[G]ere we.
[Am]Faithful de[G]parted, w[F]e the meek he[G]arted,
[F]With graces [E]imparting bri[D]ng flowers to th[G]ee.
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two.
They cursed you on Sundays and holy days of abstinence,
When you all stayed away.
When you slept there a naked bulb hid your shame,
Your shadows on the wall, they took all the blame.
The Sacred Heart's picture, compassion in his eyes,
Drowned out the river of sighs.
Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight,
It'll never come between the darkness and the light.
There is no pain that can't be eased,
By the devil's holy water and the rosary beads.
[CHORUS]
You're a history book I never could write,
Poetry in paralysis, too deep to recite.
Dress yourself, bless yourself, you've won the fight,
We're gonna celebrate the night.
We'll even climb the pillar like you always meant to,
Watch the sun rise over the strand.
Close your eyes and we'll pretend,
It could somehow be the same again.
I'll bury you upright so the sun doesn't blind you.
You won't have to gaze at the rain and the stars.
Sleep and dream of chapels and bars,
And whiskey in the jar.
[FINAL CHORUS]
Faithful departed, look what you've started;
An underdog's wounds aren't so easy to mend.
Faithful departed, there's no broken hearted,
And no more tristesse in your world without end.
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