J.P. Cormier - Gilgarrys glen

'Twas a ^Amman from the ^GIsland of ^CSkye, they ^Fsay C G G* Came to the harsh land of this glen With his ^Amhands and his ^Gheart and the ^Csweat of his ^Fbrow C G C G* C Well, he made the land good again

Through his ^Amchildren the ^Gseeds of the ^Cmusic were ^Fpassed C G G* And the secrets of tilling the land And the ^Amocean nearby ^Gheld a ^Ckinship so ^Fdeep C G C G* C Giving food up into their hands

And the ^Gfolks in the cities have ^Fpassed ^Cus ^Gby They don't know how they got there and ^Fdon't ^Ccare ^Dwhy__^G_ But there's a ^Cplace we re^Gcall all the ^Chardships back ^Fthen Down ^Chere in Gil^Ggarry's ^CGlen

Gene^Amrations passed ^Gby and the ^Ccoal companies ^Fcame C G G* And the younger men all moved away ^AmProgress, they ^Gsaid, couldn't ^Cwait on the ^Fdead And they ^Cwound up in ^Gearly ^Cgraves

Soon the ^Amhighways were ^Gfinished and the ^Ctrestles stood ^Fhigh C G G* As America took up the slack And there's ^Ammany a ^GScot down in ^Cold Boston ^Ftown Wishing ^Cthat he could ^Gonly get ^Cback

And the ^Gfolks in the cities have ^Fpassed ^Cus ^Gby They don't know how they got there and ^Fdon't ^Ccare ^Dwhy__^G_ But there's a ^Cplace we re^Gcall all the ^Chardships back ^Fthen Down ^Chere in Gil^Ggarry's ^CGlen

Nowa^Amdays life is ^Gsimpler, the ^Cland now is ^Fstill C G G* Now and then a few tourists stop by And they're ^Amcharmed by the ^Gfiddlers whose ^Ctunes tell the ^Ftale Of that ^Cman from the ^GIsland of ^CSkye

And the ^Gfolks in the cities have ^Fpassed ^Cus ^Gby They don't know how they got there and ^Fdon't ^Ccare ^Dwhy__^G_ But there's a ^Cplace we re^Gcall all the ^Cgood times back ^Fthen Down ^Chere in Gil^Ggarry's ^CGlen Yes, if life came by ^Gtwice, we'd all ^Cdo it a^Fgain Down ^Chere in Gil^Ggarry's ^CGlen