Gordon Bok - Along the famine road

^BRock by rock and ^Estone by stone,^F# I walked along the famine ^Broad From the ^Elimestone at The ^BBurren to the ^C#mfoot of Mullagh^F#mór And I ^Ehad a silent ^Brevelation as I ^C#mwalked along the ^F#lonely strand ^E That ^Eevery stone along this ^Broad, was ^Etouched by ^F#hungry ^Bhands ^F#

^BIn my mind I see their black coats^F# turned against the wind and ^Brain I ^Ehear their cries of despe^Bration, the ^C#manger and the ^F#shame To ^Esee their children ^Bdie of hunger, to be ^C#mdriven from the ^F#land I ^Ehear their prayers that ^Bwent unanswered, to ^Efeed these ^F#hungry h^Bands ^{F# B}

In spite of rain and ^Ehunger, they ^F#broke and laid these ^Bstones And ^Esomewhere deep in^Bside them they found the ^C#mstrength to carry on ^F# And I'm ^Esure they never ^Brealized, it was ^C#mnever in the ^F#plan But they ^Eheld the spirit ^Bof a nation, ^Esafe in ^F#hungry ^Bhands ^F#

Now they ^Bsay this road goes ^Enowhere, but I ^F#say it never ^Bends For it ^Etook their children ^Bround the world, to ^C#mstrange and distant ^F#lands And ^Ewe who are their ^Bchildren's children, in our ^C#mhearts we under^F#stand That ^Eevery road we've ever ^Bwalked, was ^Ebuilt by ^F#hungry ^Bhands ^{F# E B}

^BRock by rock and ^Estone by stone,^F# I walked along the famine ^Broad From the ^Elimestone at The ^BBurren to the ^C#mfoot of Mullagh^F#mór And ^Ewe who are this ^Bisland's children in our ^C#mhearts we under^F#stand That ^Eevery road we'll ever ^Bwalk, was ^Ebuilt by ^F#hungry ^Bhands ^{F# B}