Cavan Girl

Capo 7

As I [D]walk the [A]road from [Bm]Killa[A]shandra, [G]weary [A]I sit [D]down.
For it’s [D]twelve long [A]miles a[Bm]round the [A]lake to [G]get to [A]Cavan [G]town.
[D]All a[A]long the [Bm]road I [A]go once [G]seemed be[A]yond com[G]pare.
Now I [D]curse the [A]time it [Bm]takes to [A]reach my [G]Cavan [A]girl so [D]fair.


The [D]autumn [A]shades are [Bm]on the [A]leaves, the [G]trees will [A]soon be [D]bare,
An [D]each red [A]coated [Bm]leaf pro[A]vides  the [G]color [A]of her [G]hair.
My [D]gaze re[A]treats to [Bm]meet my [A]feet and [G]once a[A]gain I [G]sigh,
For the [D]broken [A]chords of [Bm]sky pro[A]vide the [G]colors [A]of her [D]eye.

 
At the [D]Cavan [A]Cross each [Bm]Sunday [A]morning [G]there she [A]can be [D]found,
And she [D]seems to [A]have the [Bm]eye of [A]every [G]boy in [A]Cavan [G]town.
If [D]my luck [A]holds I’ll [Bm]have the [A]golden [G]summer [A]of her [G]smile,
And to [D]break the [A]hearts of [Bm]Cavan [A]men, she’ll [G]talk to [A]me a [D]while.


So next [D]Sunday [A]evening [Bm]finds me [A]homeward - [G]Killa[A]shandra [D]bound,
To [D]work the [A]week, till [Bm]I re[A]turn to [G]court in [A]Cavan [G]town.
When [D]asked if [A]she would [Bm]be my [A]bride at [G]least she’d [A]not said „n[G]o“,
So next [D]Sunday [A]morning, I‘ll [Bm]raise my[A]self, and [G]off to [A]her I’ll [D]go.