when I mowed Pat Murphy's Meadow in the sunny long ago..a lovely Newfoundloand song by ?? Devine


The[G] autumm winds are here again
And the[C] night winds chilly[G] grow
The wood land turns to[D7] golden[Em] hue
And the[G] harvest moon's a[D7]glow
To[G] hear again of[D7] days long[Em] past
To[G] come no more I[D7] know
When I[G] mowed Pat[C] Murphy's[G] meadow
In the[C] sunny long a[G]go

I see again the ocean and the distant sails afar
As the maiden in the meadow stricks up ''Dark Lough Na Gar''
There was music soft and tender in the winds that whisper low
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago

Where are the happy boys and girls that danced the gay quadrille
Or the singer who wardled sweetly ''The Burning Granite Mill''
To hear again at sunset ''Where Sweet Afton Flow''
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago

Those days are but a memory like the snow of yesteryear
And evening shades are falling all alone I shed a tear
On my cheek I feel the soft touch of the winds that whisper low
When I mowed Pat Murphy's meadow in the sunny long ago