The Hills Of South Armagh

Keeping it simple G Em C D G Em C D G Em The crowded streets of Brooklyn C D Seem a long way from my home G Em People rushing onwards C D Going to and coming from G Em You bid them time of day and C D They look the other way G Em And so you end up just like them C D And talk to no one 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 streams G Em Although I’ve travelled far C D The hills of south Armagh G Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams G Em The view from my apartment C D Is a junkie’s alley way G Em My children speak in accents C D Not like mine G Em My old man’s working two jobs C D We don’t see him much these days G Oh, we’d be happy C D If we only had the time 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 streams G Em Although I’ve travelled far C D The hills of south Armagh G Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams G Em C D I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now G C D And the work keeps getting scarcer every day G Em Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home C D To leave the ones you love G Em C D Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way 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 streams G Em Although I’ve travelled far C D The hills of south Armagh G Em C D Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams