Hi Gary, if you're out there...

I like the way you do 'Only Our Rivers Run Free" with the 'F' 'C'...'Dm?' thing happening. Could you list the chords that you play? Thanks!
As a side bar, do you have any new CDs? Where can I get them?

Here are the lyrics:
This is the way I play this song, and i tend to stick to the Christy Moore version, hope this helps...
C When apples still G grow in C November,
When F blossoms still C grow from each G tree,
When F leaves are still green in C December,
It's Dm then that our Em land will be Am free.
I F wander the hills and C valleys,
And F still through my sorrow I Em see,
A F land that has never known C freedom,
And Dm only her Em rivers run Am free.

I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who'd rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights where denied.
Oh, where are you now that we need you,
What burns where the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snow of last winter
And will only our rivers run free?

How sweet is life, but we're crying
How mellow the wine, but we're dry.
How fragrant the rose, but it's dying
How gentle the wind, but it sighs.
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What good is in eyes that can't see?
Whem there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free.

Hi Gary, if you're out there...

I like the way you do 'Only Our Rivers Run Free" with the 'F' 'C'...'Dm?' thing happening. Could you list the chords that you play? Thanks!
As a side bar, do you have any new CDs? Where can I get them?

Here are the lyrics:
This is the way I play this song, and i tend to stick to the Christy Moore version, hope this helps...
C When apples still G grow in C November,
When F blossoms still C grow from each G tree,
When F leaves are still green in C December,
It's Dm then that our Em land will be Am free.
I F wander the hills and C valleys,
And F still through my sorrow I Em see,
A F land that has never known C freedom,
And Dm only her Em rivers run Am free.

I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who'd rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights where denied.
Oh, where are you now that we need you,
What burns where the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snow of last winter
And will only our rivers run free?

How sweet is life, but we're crying
How mellow the wine, but we're dry.
How fragrant the rose, but it's dying
How gentle the wind, but it sighs.
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What good is in eyes that can't see?
Whem there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free.