G Em C D G Em C D [Verse 1]G Em The crowded streets of BrooklynC D Seem a long way from my homeG Em People rushing onwardsC D Going to and coming fromG Em You bid them time of day andC D They look the other wayG Em And so you end up just like themC D And talk to no one [Chorus]G Em Where the grass is fresh and green,C D Where the air is pure and clean,G Em C D Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streamsG Em Although I’ve travelled farC D The hills of south ArmaghG Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams [Verse 2]G Em The view from my apartmentC D Is a junkie’s alley wayG Em My children speak in accentsC D Not like mineG Em My old man’s working two jobsC D We don’t see him much these daysG Oh, we’d be happyC D If we only had the time [Chorus]G Em Where the grass is fresh and green,C D Where the air is pure and clean,G Em C D Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streamsG Em Although I’ve travelled farC D The hills of south ArmaghG Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams [Verse 3]G Em C D I hear the hills are occupied by strangers nowG C D And the work keeps getting scarcer every dayG Em Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from homeC D To leave the ones you loveG Em C D Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way [Chorus]G Em Where the grass is fresh and green,C D Where the air is pure and clean,G Em C D Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streamsG Em Although I’ve travelled farC D The hills of south ArmaghG Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams
The Hills Of South Armagh
Frances Black
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