Londonderry Air
Londonderry Air
Would God I G were the G7 tender apple C blossom
That floats and G falls
from [chord e m7]off the A7 twisted [chord a m7]bough
D7 To lie and G faint with- G7 in your silken C bosom
Within your G silken C bosom as D7 that does G now.
Or would I Em were a C little burnish’d G apple
For you to Em pluck me, C gliding G by so D7 cold
While sun and G7 shade
you C robe of lawn will G dapple
Your robe of Em lawn,
Bm/Hm* and C your D7 hair’s spun G gold.
1. Would God I were the tender apple blossom
That floats and falls
from off the twisted bough
To lie and faint within your silken bosom
Within your silken bosom as that does now.
Or would I were a little burnish’d apple
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold
While sun and shade
you robe of lawn will dapple
Your robe of lawn,
and your hair’s spun gold.
2. Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love,
would I were growing
A happy daisy, in the garden path
That so your silver foot
might press me going
Might press me going even unto death.