The Rambles of Spring --- Tommy Makem ©1977

 

Thereís a [G]piercing wintry breeze
Blowing [C]through the budding [G]trees,
And I button up my coat to keep me [D7]warm.
But the [G]days are on the [G7]mend
And Iím [C]on the road a-[G]gain,
With my fiddle snuggled [D7]close beneath my [G]arm. 

[chorus]  Iíve a [G]fine felt hat
              And a [C]strong pair of brogues.
              I have [G]rosin in my pocket for my [D7]bow.
              Oh, my [G]fiddle strings are new
              And Iíve [C]learned a tune or [G]two,
              So Iím [G]well prepared to [D7]ramble and must [G]go. 

Iím as [G]happy as a king
When I [C]catch a breath of [G]Spring,
And the grass is turning green as Winter [D7]ends.
And the [G]geese are on the [G7]wing
And the [C]thrushes start to [G]sing,
And Iím headed down the [D7]road to see my [G]friend. 

             [chorus] 

I have [G]friends in every town
As I [C]wander up and [G]down,
Making music at the markets and the [D7]fairs.
Through the [G]donkeys and the [G7]creels
And the [C]farmers making [G]deals,
And the yellow-headed [D7]tinkers selling [G]wares. 

             [chorus]  

Hereís a [G]health to one and all,
To the [C]big and to the [G]small,
To the rich and poor alike and foe and [D7]friends.
And when [G]I return a-[G7]gain
May our [C]foes have turned to [G]friends,
And may peace and joy be [D7]with you until [G]then. 

            Iíve a [G]fine felt hat
            And a [C]strong pair of brogues.
            I have [G]rosin in my pocket for my [D7]bow.
            Oh, my [G]fiddle strings are new
            And Iíve [C]learned a tune or [G]two,
            So Iím [G]well prepared to [D7]ramble and must [G]go.

 

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