Subject: Lyr Req: st laurence o'toole by the fureys From: GUEST,the fureys Date: 13 Mar 05 - 07:24 AM I am searching for the lyrics of St Laurence O'Toole for a long time already, tried it here before without any succes. So l just try it again. The story of Laurence O'Toole I already have read. Since the fureys dont have a website, I still put my hopes in here. Grtz, firefly3 |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: st laurence o'toole by the fureys From: Brakn Date: 13 Mar 05 - 08:00 AM Previous. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: st laurence o'toole by the fureys From: Peace Date: 14 Mar 05 - 01:33 AM "Since the fureys dont have a website, I still put my hopes in here." http://www.finbarfurey.com/ |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: St Laurence O'Toole (The Fureys) From: GUEST,13 years later, but here are the chords Date: 03 Nov 18 - 07:29 AM Intro: G-G-D-D Em-Bm-Em-Em Em-Em St [Em]Laurence O'Toole of dear Dublin Town, good [Bm]people, remember his [Em]name. Patron Saint of this city we love, we'll [Bm]always honour your [Em]fame. To a [G]Prince of Leinster [D]you were born, the [Em]son of [Bm]Morris O'[Em]Toole. There were [G]many children [D]born that year, but [Em]God had [Bm]chosen [Em]you, [D]you, [Em]God had [Bm]chosen [Em]you.. You were [Em]given, then to a tyrant king, when you were [Bm]but a [Em]boy. While filling your frame with God's own love, his [Bm]wonders and his [Em]joy. This [G]king, he ruled old [D]Erin's Isle, with [Em]cruel [Bm]fist and [Em]sword, He [G]tried to change your [D]love for God - the [Em]One whom [Bm]you a[Em]dored, a[D]dored, The [Em]One whom [Bm]you a[Em]dored. But your [Em]father he heard of these terrible deeds and your [Bm]fate on which they [Em]mocked. He took you from that unholy place to the [Bm]Abbey in Glenda[Em]lough. The [G]Abbot there, [D]who taught you, when [Em]first he [Bm]saw your [Em]face He [G]knew that God had [D]sent you - in [Em]time to [Bm]take his [Em]place, his [D]place; In [Em]time to [Bm]take his [Em]place. But you [Em]died Archbishop, in Normandy, [Bm]far across the [Em]sea, Far from the people and the city you loved, in [Bm]exile, your soul it went [Em]free. You were [G]kind and gentle, Saint [D]Laurence O'Toole, your [Em]faith and [Bm]love pro[Em]found; Arch[G]bishop and Abbot, [D]patron Saint of the [Em]people of [Bm]dear Dublin [Em]town, [D]town, The [Em]people of [Bm]dear Dublin [Em]town. Outro: G-G-D-D Em-Bm-Em-Em (2x) |
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