Last Of The Bards

G D G D G C G D G I was born in the heather D G In my sweet northern land With a song in my ears D G And a lute in my hand And I've traveled the plains D G Collecting the sounds And the stories of friends D G That I sing about now C G And they call me the last of the bards D When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart C G They call me the last of the bards D G When I sing my old fashioned songs And I tried not to cry D G When I left my sweet home Where the old pipes were playing D G My favourite song And I still hear it now D G On the cold northern wind And I sing it aloud D G For the people I miss C G And they call me the last of the bards D When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart C G They call me the last of the bards D G When I sing my old fashioned songs I was born in the heather D G In my sweet northern land With a song in my ears D G And a lute in my hand And I've traveled the plains D G Collecting the sounds And the stories of friends D G That I sing about now C G And they call me the last of the bards D When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart C G They call me the last of the bards D G When I sing my old fashioned songs G D G D G C G D G La la laa, la la la la, etc., etc.