Celtic Thunder - Noreen

When I dr^Deam, I'll be dre^Daming of ^GNore^Den And the lo^Dve that I'm l^Deaving beh^Gind m^Ae. And the tw^Bmilight will al^Dways re^Gmind m^De Of my No^Dreen, Mo Sto^Arin, my lo^Gve. ^D

Every nig^Dht, I'll be thin^Dking of N^Goree^Dn And the wa^Dy I would cud^Ddle and ki^Gss he^Ar. Every b^Bmone in my b^Dody will m^Giss he^Dr. My No^Dreen, Mo Sto^Arin, my lo^Gve. ^D

I cu^Drse the d^Bmay that I lef^Dt her And the peo^Gple who dro^Gve me a^Dway. It's w^Bborse than I ever ima^Fgined, Oh ^GmGod, it gets harder each d^Aay.

I cu^Drse the d^Bmay that I lef^Dt her And the peo^Gple who dro^Gve me a^Dway. It's w^Bborse than I ever ima^Fgined, Oh ^GmGod, it gets harder each d^Aay.

So I p^Dray when my exil^De is ov^Ger, ^D With the pa^Din and the hear^Dtache behi^Gnd ^Aus, Back in the pe^Bmace of the val^Dley you'll f^Gind u^Ds - My Nor^Deen, Mo St^Aorin, and m^Ge. Back in the pe^Bmace of the va^Dlley, that's wh^Gere we will b^De - My No^Dreen, Mo S^Atorin, and ^Gme. ^D