Liam Clancy - Shanagolden

The c^Cold winds from the ^Ammountains, are ^Fcalling soft to ^Cme, The ^Gsmell of scented ^Emheather, brings ^Ambitter ^G7memories, The ^Gwild and lonely ^Emeagle, up ^Amin the summer ^G7sky, Flies ^Amhigh or Shanna^Fgolden, where my young Willy ^Clies

Do ^Cyou remember ^Amdarling, we ^Fwalked the moonlit ^Croad, I ^Gheld you in my ^Emarms then, I'd ^Amnever let you ^G7go, Our ^Ghands they were ^Ementwined my love ^Amall in the pale moonli^G7ght, By the ^Amfields of Shana^Fgolden, on a lonely winter's ^Cnight.

Then ^Ccame the call to ^Amarms love, and the ^Fhills they were a^Cflamed, Down ^Gfrom the silent ^Emmountains, the ^AmSaxon strangers ^G7came, I h^Geld you in my ^Emarms then, my ^Amyoung heart wild with ^G7fear, By the ^Amfields of Shana^Fgolden, in the spring time of the ^Cyear.

And you ^Cfought them darling ^AmWilly, all ^Fthrough those summer ^Cdays, I ^Gheard the rifles ^Emfiring, in the ^Ammountains far a^G7way, I ^Gheld you in my ^Emarms then, your ^Amblood ran free and ^G7bright, And ^Amyou died in Shana^Fgolden on a lonely winter's ^Cnight.

Oh but ^Cthat was long ^Amago my love, and our ^Fson grows fine and ^Ctall, The ^Ghills they are at ^Empeace again, the ^AmSaxon strangers ^G7gone, There's ^Groses on your ^Emgrave my love, there's ^Aman eagle in the ^G7sky, Flying ^Amhigh or Shana^Fgolden, where my young Willy ^Cdied.

The c^Cold winds from the ^Ammountains, are ^Fcalling soft to ^Cme, The ^Gsmell of scented ^Emheather, brings ^Ambitter ^G7memories, The ^Gwild and lonely ^Emeagle, up ^Amin the summer ^G7sky, Flies ^Amhigh or Shanna^Fgolden, where my young Willy ^Clies