Newgrange Chords by Wolfe Tones

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_ _ _ _ Your mysteries [Bm] lay [D] hidden in stones [A] that can't speak. _
[G] Through time [F#m] all your [Bm] wondrous knowledge we seek.
[G] Be to my [D] temple we'd like to [A] know why.
_ _ [D] _ [Bm] Midwinter's morning, [G] see [D] light from the sky.
Your white [Bm] quartz stones [D] must have [A] brightened the _ days.
[G] When the sun [F#m] shone down [Bm] and reflected its _ rays.
[D] You refuse us a key or [G] some [D] rose and a stone.
We just [Bm] gaze on your circles, [G] on your [D] motives and _ bones.
Sing [F#m] away, [Bm] bring the boy [D] down on the banks of [A] the vine.
Fall [G] in [F#m] love for your [Bm] glory, but [F#m] not here [Bm] to time.
Down [G] he go [D] to the men and the women [A] lay to rest.
[D] Who brought [Bm] greatness to Ireland, _ [G] the [D] island of the blessed.
_ _ _ From your pillar [Bm] to the [D] planter and [A] answer a sought.
[G] When the tomb [F#m] of the [Bm] pharaohs were only a _ thought.
[G] Irish folk in [D] their labor looked up from [A] the vine.
[D] To see standing [Bm] a monument _ [G] that would [D] not yield to time. _
Then the chief [Bm] took the lead [D] and a monster [A] took on.
_ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
The cradle _ [G] of [D] art and design.
_ That inspired [Bm] Irish _ artists [G] much [D] later in time.
Sing away, [Bm] bring the boy [D] down on the banks [A] of the vine.
Fall [G] in [F#m] love for your glory, [Bm] but not here to time.
_ [G] Down he go [D] to the men and the women [A] lay to rest.
[D] Who brought [Bm] greatness to Ireland, _ [D] the island of the blessed.
_ _ _ For your [F#m] place [Bm] in a county [D] still royal [A] with its sands.
[G] With a river [F#m] of [Bm] beauty would calm this wild chimes.
[G] You stand [D] there majestic, a tower on [A] the plain.
[D] And your passage [Bm] of wonder, _ _ [G] [D] secret _ remains.
So be proud [Bm] of all their [D] _ [A] history, long gone.
_ [G] That inspired [F#m] _ [Bm] generations of men later _ on.
[D] For age is your greatness and [G] the [D] test of man still.
_ As you stand, [Bm] rule pneumonia, _
[G] [D] be meek, still.
Sing away, [Bm] rule pneumonia on the [D] banks of [A] the vine.
[G] Fall in love [F#m] for your glory, [Bm] but not here to time.
[G] Glory all [D] to the men and [A] they to _ [D] rest.
Who brought [Bm] greatness to Ireland, _ [G] the [D] island of the blessed.
_ _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _