Yvonne Catterfeld - My irish bonnie lass

^BYou never ^Dbmsaw me leave ^ENever heard^B I was too pro^Aud to show you my tears I was seve^Abmnteen

^DbmThe postcards were few ^EI didn't have the words to ^Btell you ^AI was doing well but it was hard Not having y^Bou

^F#mSomeday you will understand my re^Bason for leaving ^F#mSomeday you will be sevente^Ben

And the ^Dbmroad that I will g^Eo Through the st^Breets of Amer^Aica From its f^Dbmurthest northern ^Eshores To its southern se^Bas And one^Dbm day I'll retu^Ern To the^B green fields of I^Areland Where my ^DbmIrish bonny lass ^EWho waits for m^Be

I can p^Dbmicture now As the^B evening sun comes to praise you A go^Alden hue of light reflects on your fa^Abce How sweet is your ^Dbmsmile I reme^Bmber it well Though I'm h^Aere on foreign site My thoughts are with y^Bou

And the ^Dbmroad that I will g^Eo Through the st^Breets of Amer^Aica From its f^Dbmurthest northern ^Eshores To its southern se^Bas And one^Dbm day I'll retu^Ern To the^B green fields of I^Areland Where my ^DbmIrish bonny lass ^EWho waits for m^Be

Say you’ll w^Dbmait for me