Duck Street

D G D G D Pour a wee drink, sit down by the fire G Hear a fisherman’s tail, as the flames dance higher D An old photograph, comes alive on the wall G As he drifts back in time, to his wild Donegal Bm And they’re dancing on duck street D Waltzing into the mists of time G And they’re dancing on Duck Street G The fisherman’s lays down his nets for a while Bm As he plays his old squeeze box D The melody carries him off on a breeze G And then he went a roving G And he roamed the world over Bm G D And the winds of time will never tame Bm A G The ghosts I know them all by name D D In a far distant land, of my hopes and desires G I tell the tails, around the campfires D That old photograph, that hangs on my wall G Takes me back to that Isle, in wild Donegal Bm And they’re dancing on Duck Street (Dancing on Duck Street) D Waltzing into the mists of time G And they’re dancing on Duck Street (Dancing on Duck Street) G The fisherman’s lays down his nets for a while Bm As he plays his old squeeze box D The melody carries him off on a breeze G And then he went a roving G And he roamed the world over Bm G D And the ghosts are calling out my name Bm A Em Oer the shifting sands of time and change Em Em7 A Em7 Em A Bm A Em D G Let’s go dancing on Duck Street G And we’ll go a roving Bm G D And the winds of time will never tame Bm A G The ghosts are calling out my name Bm G D On her wild and rocky shores I’ll walk alone Bm A G But I’ve been away but this still feels like home