Stan Rogers - Giant

Cold ^Dwind on the harbour and ^Am7rain on the road, Wet ^Dpromise of winter brings ^Grecourse to coal. There's ^Ffire in the blood and a ^Dfog on Bras d'^GOr The ^Fgiant will ^Crise with the ^Dmoon.

'Twas the ^Dsame ancient fever in the ^Am7Isles of the Blest, That our ^Dfathers brought with them ^Gwhen they "went West". It's the ^Fblood of the Druids that ^Dnever will r^Gest The ^Fgiant will ^Crise with the ^Dmoon.

So ^Fcrash the g^Class d^Down! m^Cove with the ^Gtide! Young ^Ffriends and old whiskey are ^Gburning in^Dside, ^FCrash the gl^Cass ^Ddown! ^CFingal will r^Gise.^G/A.. ^G With the ^Fmoo^Dn.

In ^Dinclement weather the ^Am7people are fey, Three ^Dthousand year stories as the ^Gnight slips away. Re^Fmembering Fingal feels ^Dnot far aw^Gay... The ^Fgiant will ^Crise with the ^Dmoon.

The ^Dwind's in the north, there'll be ^Am7new moon tonight, And ^Dwe have no circle to ^Gdance in its sight. So l^Fight a torch, bring bring the bottle, and ^Dbuild the fire b^Gright! The ^Fgiant will r^Cise with the ^Dmoon.

So ^Fcrash the g^Class d^Down! m^Cove with the ^Gtide! Young friends and old whiskey are burning in^Dside, Crash the glass down! Fingal will r^Gise^G/A... ^G With the ^Fmoo^Dn.

Col^Dd wind on the harbour an^Am7d rain on the road, Wet pr^Domise of winter brings rec^Gourse to coal. There's f^Fire in the blood and a ^Dfog on Bras d'^GOr The ^Fgiant will ^Crise with the ^Dmoon.