I have to point out that the lyric is incomplete and probably full of mistakes...
the words in this song are barely understandable...
anyway whoever wants to send me corrections or whatever can do it on my e-mail
(carloammatuna@libero.it)....i'd be so grateful about that...
despite the strumming, which is kinda hard, the chords and the song in general are
pretty easy...standard tuning...no capo...
(when the indigoes play this song live there's just one guitar, fingerpicked by Emily,
a mandolin strummed by Amy, the violin and the irish flute...)
[D]oh the boys of Dublin ?
come to hear[A] their box of sins
to tell t[Bm]he stories of their street
to quill t[G]heir suffering
they say let me[D] go another round
and never take[A] it laying down
cause in m[Bm]y heart i know
i'm strong en[G]ough to grow
yeah Dam[A]o sings another song
all the sons[G] of ?
all the daugh[A]ters of ?
D[G]amo sings a song of Love
[Bm]Damo sings a son[G]g of love[D]
and i do i know our violin
except what made it here
through the ports and through the hill
a whistle and a jade
they worked the fields, they worked the wheels
and sang songs of slaves
to keep the change from binding on
to keep their bodies grave
yeah Damo sings another song
all the sons of ?
all the daughters of ? road
Damo sings a song of Love
Damo sings a song of love
the words in this song are barely understandable...
anyway whoever wants to send me corrections or whatever can do it on my e-mail
(carloammatuna@libero.it)....i'd be so grateful about that...
despite the strumming, which is kinda hard, the chords and the song in general are
pretty easy...standard tuning...no capo...
(when the indigoes play this song live there's just one guitar, fingerpicked by Emily,
a mandolin strummed by Amy, the violin and the irish flute...)
[D]oh the boys of Dublin ?
come to hear[A] their box of sins
to tell t[Bm]he stories of their street
to quill t[G]heir suffering
they say let me[D] go another round
and never take[A] it laying down
cause in m[Bm]y heart i know
i'm strong en[G]ough to grow
yeah Dam[A]o sings another song
all the sons[G] of ?
all the daugh[A]ters of ?
D[G]amo sings a song of Love
[Bm]Damo sings a son[G]g of love[D]
and i do i know our violin
except what made it here
through the ports and through the hill
a whistle and a jade
they worked the fields, they worked the wheels
and sang songs of slaves
to keep the change from binding on
to keep their bodies grave
yeah Damo sings another song
all the sons of ?
all the daughters of ? road
Damo sings a song of Love
Damo sings a song of love
