[C]An old man whispered [F]in my ear It was the [G]saddest thing he [C]knewWhen [Am]Irelands proudest [F]son was shot At
the [G]Age of thirty [C]twoHe held my hand, his [F]eyes held tears And [G]my eyes filled up [C]tooTwas a [Am]powerful e[F]motion,
for a [G]man I never [C]new.
[C]Michael Collins [F]fearless son, you [G]touched the nations [C]soulTen [F]thousand pounds up[C]on your head, [D]you
still achieved your [G]goalBut [C]not behind the [F]barricade, you [G]fought the wanton [C]fightYou [F]beat the enemy [C]at
their game, you [G]undermined their [C]might[F] [C] [G] [C]
Within the crowded [F]banquet hall, the [G]old man meek and [C]mildA [Am]simple man from [F]off the land, with the [G]blue
eyes of a [C]childBrought a memory that an [F]Irish Gun, shot [G]down the rebel [C]sonAnd [Am]Ireland lost her [F]laughing
boy be[G]fore his work was [C]done.
[C]Michael Collins [F]fearless son, you [G]touched the nations [C]soulTen [F]thousand pounds up[C]on your head, you [D]still
achieved your [G]goalYou [C]knew the orange [F]and the green would [G]keep us yet a[C]partBut the [F]dream of Ireland [C]one
and free was the [G]dream that filled your [C]heart[F] [C] [G] [C].
And an old man in a [F]banquet hall, some [G]fifty years gone [C]byeHad a [Am]sadness that would [F]never pass, in his
[G]blue eyes filled to [C]cryWith the memory that an [F]Irish Gun, shot [G]down the favorite [C]sonAnd [Am]Ireland lost her
[F]laughing boy be[G]fore his work was [C]done.
[C]Michael Collins [F]fearless son, you [G]touched the nations [C]soulTen [F]thousand pounds up[C]on your head, you [D]still
achieved your [G]goalBut [C]not behind the [F]barricade, you [G]fought the wanton [C]fightYou [F]beat the enemy [C]at their
game, you [G]undermined their [C]might You [F]beat the enemy [C]at their game, you [G]undermined their [C]might
