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Among The Wicklow Hills (Christy Moore Version) Written by - Pierce Turner This is my first tab - any thoughts email me philip_mc_laughlin at lycos.co.uk
CThe autGumn evenings filledF with copper shades CI see the birds' nAmeck in the frame GA figurAme walks into the sunset C G F or Am? Someone goes past suspended from the sky
AmTakes more imagination FWhen everythingC's remote control AmFor me it's just a case of FWhat's on the far sCide of the road
GTelFl everybody CI'm gGoing Faway for ten years AmI'm goiCng to wander GAmongAm the Wicklow hills
The travelling children in their Sunday clothes Lost on the corner of the Street Fat gypsy lady smacks the windowpane A farm dog gets out on the motorway Takes more imagination When everything's remote control For me it's just a case of What's on the far side of the road Tell everybody I'm going away for ten years I'm going to wander Among the Wicklow hills