[G]There's a sweet garden spot in our[Am] memory
It's the[D7] place we were born in and[G] reared
It's[G] long
years ago since we[Am] left it
But re[D7]turn there we will if we're[G] spared
Our[D] friends and companions of[Em]
childhood
Would as[A7]semble each night near a[D] score
Round[G] Dan Murphy's shop, and how[C] often we[Am] sat
On
the[D7] stone outside Dan Murphy's[G] door
Cho:[G] Those days in our hearts we will[Am] cherish
Con[D7]tented although we were[G] poor
And the songs that
were sung
In the[C] days we were young
On the[D7] stone outside Dan Murphy's[G] door
When our day's work was over we'd meet there
In the winter or spring just the same
Then the boys and the girls
all together
Would join in some innocent game
Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle
While his daughter looked after
the store
The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
Back again will our thoughts often wander
To the scenes of our childhood's home
The friends and companions we left
there
It was poverty caused us to roam
Since then in this life we have prospered
But still in our hearts we feel
sore
For memory will fly to those days long gone by
And the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
