Windy Old Weather Lyrics & Chords By The Irish Rovers

There's a county map to go on the wall, A hurling stick & a shinty ball, The bric, the brac, the craic & all, Lets call it an Irish pub, Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap, The...read more

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure why scrape and save? Why look so canny at ev'ry penny? You'll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry...read more

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And...read more

There was Zombi, there was Chino There was Jimmy and Chiarakaparos We agreed to split the stuff up At a Mexican funeral in Paris Don Alvaro, Jose Sanchez Bathed in Holy...read more

Night owns my white bones but What's left is still saying Strange prayers in high places Wild airs with wilder graces Birds fly with no motion What draws me draws the ocean ...read more