CELTIC DREAMS/ BROKEN DREAMS 4/4 (Wolfe Tones)

(For video version use capo on 2nd fret)

 

All the (G)thoughts of this young boy was to play with his (D)heroes

To be all he could be, ful(C)fil his wild (D)dreams

And the (G)future looked bright for his (Em)youthful am(Bm)bitions

For (C)dreams have no (G)boundaries, we can (Bm)make them all (D)come (G)true.

 

Chorus:

(G)Broken dreams of a (D)Celtic hero,

In that de(C)vided city filled with (D)laughter and (D7)song.

He (G)lived each week for a (Bm)field of (C)dreams

With a (Em)song in his (D)heart he could (D7)follow all his hopes and (G)dreams.

 

His young life was cut short on the streets of his hometown

By some murderous cowards who shamed Glasgow Town.

Because he wore the green and white shirt, the colours of his heroes

His life’s blood is was taken, his dreams they have disappeared.

 

Chorus

 

Farewell to this young hero, you’ll never be forgotten,

Nor his friends, nor his family left reeling in pain.

Though his death was so chilling, he bore no one evil,

But stood proud in his last moments and fought back with his heart.

 

(C)Celtic, Cel(G)tic, you are in my heart and in my soul.

(C)Celtic, Cel(G)tic, I gave you all the love a heart can (C)hold.