Johnny McEvoy - Michael collins

On a ^Gfar off August day, cold young ^Cmen in ambush ^Glay, On a roadside on a hill where flowers ^Dgrow, So much ^Ghate for one so young, who was ^Cright and who was ^Gwrong, Though a thousand years may ^Dpass we'll never^G know.

Candles ^Gdripping blood, they placed beside your ^Cshoulders, Rosary ^Dbeads like teardrops on your fin^G-gers, Friends and comrades standin by, in their^C grief they wonder why, Michael ^Din their hour of need you had to ^Ggo.

And when e^Gvening twilight came, gentle ^Cfell the August ^Grain, Oh but you lay still and silent on the ^Dground, As we ^Ghung our heads in prayer, in our s^Corrow and ^Gdespair, We wondered was it friend or ^Dfoe who shot you ^Gdown,

Candles ^Gdripping blood, they placed beside your ^Cshoulders, Rosary ^Dbeads like teardrops on your fin^G-gers, Friends and comrades standin by, in their^C grief they wonder why, Michael ^Din their hour of need you had to ^Ggo.

Now t^Ghe flame that you held high, when you ^Ccalled out to the ^Gsky, To end this senseless killing and this ^Dshame, Has now ^Gpassed to other hands and is ^Ccarried through the ^Gland By some not fit to e^Dven speak your ^Gname.

Candles ^Gdripping blood, they placed beside your ^Cshoulders, Rosary ^Dbeads like teardrops on your fin^G-gers, Friends and comrades standin by, in their^C grief they wonder why, Michael ^Din their hour of need you had to ^Ggo.

Michael ^Din their hour of need, why did you ^Ggo.