Foolish Child ©Robert W Marr 4/21/06

Dm Am
Why can’t I go with my friends to the fields
Dm Am
Why can’t I cross over the lane
Dm Am
What have they done to deepen your ire
E G Am
When to me, we’re all the same
E G Am
Yes, to me we’re all the same

Dm Am
You’ll never will, son, to understand the times
Dm Am
That were here before you were born
Dm Am
When harmony between men suffered a blow
E G Am
And was forever torn.

Dm Am
But why can’t I go with my friends to the fields
Dm Am
Why can’t I cross over the lane
Dm Am
What have they done to deepen your ire
E G Am
When to me, we’re all the same
E G Am
Yes, to me we’re all the same

Dm Am
Your grandfather was sitting with his friend at a bar
Dm Am
A small place in the county Down
Dm Am
A stranger came in and leveled his sights
E G Am
And the two of them were gunned down.
E G Am
He shot my father down.

Dm Am
And his father before him, a good Irish man
Dm Am
Was tending his crops of grain
Dm Am
The war lords came around by the tree, over there
E G Am
Took their leave after he was slain.
E G Am
T’was my grandfather who was slain

INST

Dm Am
As bad as I feel bout your father
Dm Am
And his father, before him.
Dm Am
It wasn’t me, or my friends over there
E G Am
Who brought down our beloved Erin.

Dm Am
And why can’t we start anew today?
Dm Am
To rebuild what years have torn down?
Dm Am
It might take the mind and ideas of a child
E G Am
To bring all men of God back around.
E G Am
As intended, all men would be bound.

Dm Am
And I’ll tell my children, go play in the fields
Dm Am
With your friends from all across the land
Dm Am
But never forget those before you, my son
E G Am
Who for freedom fought of our land
E G Am
This place we call Ireland.