Chords for Mona - My Irish Homestead
Tempo:
87.8 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [E]
[F#] [B]
While my Irish home straight away [E] the corn fields,
[F#] In the distant loom the woodlands clear and cool,
[B] Many times my thoughts go back to scenes [E] of childhood,
[F#] When I walk those lonely roads back home [B] from school.
[F#] But one thing there is missing in the [B] picture,
[C#] Without her face it seems so [F#] incomplete,
[B] I long to see my mother [E] at the doorway,
[F#] As she stood there years ago her [B] child to me.
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B]
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long [F#] to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender light [E]-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of new [B]-mown hay,
[E]
[F#] [B]
Back home dear old Ireland [E] I can picture,
[F#] The days I sat upon my [B] daddy's knee,
[F#] [B] He'd sing songs to me and tell me [E] great old stories,
[F#] I'd buy her bed and silent prayer my [B] mom would need,
[F#] When I close my eyes and visualize [B] one moment,
[C#] It's my mother's smiling eyes and [F#] silver hair,
[B] When summer comes again the [E] corn will ripen,
[F#] Maybe then somehow my dreams will [B] bring me there.
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [B] and my homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long to stray,
[F#] [B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay,
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B]
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I [F#] long to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay.
[F#] [B]
While my Irish home straight away [E] the corn fields,
[F#] In the distant loom the woodlands clear and cool,
[B] Many times my thoughts go back to scenes [E] of childhood,
[F#] When I walk those lonely roads back home [B] from school.
[F#] But one thing there is missing in the [B] picture,
[C#] Without her face it seems so [F#] incomplete,
[B] I long to see my mother [E] at the doorway,
[F#] As she stood there years ago her [B] child to me.
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B]
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long [F#] to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender light [E]-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of new [B]-mown hay,
[E]
[F#] [B]
Back home dear old Ireland [E] I can picture,
[F#] The days I sat upon my [B] daddy's knee,
[F#] [B] He'd sing songs to me and tell me [E] great old stories,
[F#] I'd buy her bed and silent prayer my [B] mom would need,
[F#] When I close my eyes and visualize [B] one moment,
[C#] It's my mother's smiling eyes and [F#] silver hair,
[B] When summer comes again the [E] corn will ripen,
[F#] Maybe then somehow my dreams will [B] bring me there.
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [B] and my homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long to stray,
[F#] [B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay,
[F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B]
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I [F#] long to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay.
Key:
B
F#
E
C#
B
F#
E
C#
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ While my Irish home straight away [E] the corn fields,
[F#] In the distant loom the woodlands clear and cool,
_ [B] Many times my thoughts go back to scenes [E] of childhood,
_ [F#] When I walk those lonely roads back home [B] from school.
_ [F#] But one thing there is missing in the [B] picture,
_ [C#] Without her face it seems so [F#] incomplete, _
_ [B] I long to see my mother [E] at the doorway,
_ [F#] As she stood there years ago her [B] child to me.
_ [F#] _ Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B] _
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long [F#] to stray,
_ [B] The old oak trees the tender light [E]-bird gleaming,
_ [F#] From the fields there comes the breath of new [B]-mown hay,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ Back home dear old Ireland [E] I can picture,
[F#] The days I sat upon my [B] daddy's knee,
[F#] _ [B] He'd sing songs to me and tell me [E] great old stories,
_ [F#] I'd buy her bed and silent prayer my [B] mom would need,
[F#] When I close my eyes and visualize [B] one moment,
[C#] It's my mother's smiling eyes and [F#] silver hair,
[B] When summer comes again the [E] corn will ripen,
[F#] Maybe then somehow my dreams will [B] bring me there.
_ [F#] Take me back to Ireland [B] and my _ homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long to stray,
[F#] _ [B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay,
_ _ [F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B] _
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I [F#] long to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ While my Irish home straight away [E] the corn fields,
[F#] In the distant loom the woodlands clear and cool,
_ [B] Many times my thoughts go back to scenes [E] of childhood,
_ [F#] When I walk those lonely roads back home [B] from school.
_ [F#] But one thing there is missing in the [B] picture,
_ [C#] Without her face it seems so [F#] incomplete, _
_ [B] I long to see my mother [E] at the doorway,
_ [F#] As she stood there years ago her [B] child to me.
_ [F#] _ Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B] _
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long [F#] to stray,
_ [B] The old oak trees the tender light [E]-bird gleaming,
_ [F#] From the fields there comes the breath of new [B]-mown hay,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ Back home dear old Ireland [E] I can picture,
[F#] The days I sat upon my [B] daddy's knee,
[F#] _ [B] He'd sing songs to me and tell me [E] great old stories,
_ [F#] I'd buy her bed and silent prayer my [B] mom would need,
[F#] When I close my eyes and visualize [B] one moment,
[C#] It's my mother's smiling eyes and [F#] silver hair,
[B] When summer comes again the [E] corn will ripen,
[F#] Maybe then somehow my dreams will [B] bring me there.
_ [F#] Take me back to Ireland [B] and my _ homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I long to stray,
[F#] _ [B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay,
_ _ [F#] Take me back to Ireland [E] and my [B] _
homestead,
[C#] The banks of the River Lee I [F#] long to stray,
[B] The old oak trees the tender [E] light-bird gleaming,
[F#] From the fields there comes the breath of [B] new-mown hay.