Knock Song

Knock Song 1

At the [C]early age of thirty-eight Me [G]Mother said 'Go [C]West!' [C]'Get up, ' says she. 'and get a job'. Says [F]I, 'I'll do my [C]best' [F]I pulled on me [C]Wellingtons to [Dm]march to Kilti[G]magh

But I [C]took a wrong turn in Charlestown and [G]ended up in [C]Knock

Oh [C]once this quiet crossroads was a [G]place of gentle [C]prayer

Where [C]Catholics got indulgent [F]once or twice a [C]year.

You could [F]buy a pair of [C]rosary beads or [Dm]get your candles [G]blessed

If you [C]had a guilty conscience you could [G]get it off your [C]chest.

Then [C]came the priest from Partree, Father [G]Horan was his [C]name

And since he's been appointed Knock has [F]never been the [C]same. [F]'Begod,' says Jem, 'tis [C]eighty years since [Dm]Mary was [G]adout.' 'Tis [C]time for another miracle.' and he [G]blew the candle [C]out.

From [F]Fatima to [C]Bethlehem, from [F]Lourdes to Kilti[C]magh,

There's never been a miracle like the [G]airport up in [C]Knock

To es[C]tablish terra firma he drew [G]up a ten year [C]plan

And started running dances [F]around 196[C]1.

He [F]built a fantabulous [C]church, Go h-álainn, [Dm]on the holy [G]ground

And [C]once he had a focal point he [G]started to ex[C]pand

Chip [C]shops and Bed and Breakfasts sprung [G]up over [C]night.

Once a place for quiet retreats [F]now a holy [C]sight.

All [F]sorts of fancy [C]restaurants for [Dm]every race and [G]creed

Where [C]black and white and yellow pilgrims [G]all could get a [C]feed

The [C]stalls once under canvas became [G]religious super[C]marts

With such a range o' godly goods, they [F]had top twenty [C]charts.

While the [F]airport oppo[C]sition was

Des[Dm]troyed by James' trump [G]card.

For [C]centenary celebrations he got [G]John Paul the twenty-[C]third 140 | P a g e

From [F]Fatima to [C]Bethlehem, from [F]Lourdes to Kilti[C]magh, There's never been a miracle like the [G]airport up in [C]Knock 'We [C]had the Blessed virgin here', Bold [G]Jamesie did de[C]clare, 'And Pope John Paul the twenty-third ap[F]peared just over [C]there.' 'Now [F]do you mean to [C]tell me', he [Dm]said in total [G]shock, 'That [C]I am not entitled to an [G]airport here in [C]Knock.' [C]TD's were lobbied and harassed with [G]talk of promised [C]votes And people who'd been loyal for years now [F]spoke of changing [C]coats. [F]Excommuni[C]cation was [Dm]threatened upon the [G]flock Who [C]said it was abortive building [G]airports up in [C]Knock Now [C]everyone is happy the [G]miracle is com[C]plete. Father Horan's got his runway, it's [F]eighteen thousand [C]feet All [F]sortsof planes could [C]land there, of [Dm]that there's little [G]doubt [C]Handy for the Yankees to [G]keep the Russians [C]out. From [F]Fatima to [C]Bethlehem, from [F]Lourdes to Kilti[C]magh, There's never been a miracle like the [G]airport up in [C]Knock Now [C]poor old Father Jim is gone to the [G]airport in the [C]sky And down on Barr na Cúiga he [F]keeps a friendly [C]eye On [F]Ryanair and Aer [C]Lingus as they [Dm]fly to and [G]fro We'll [C]never see his likes again on the [G]plains of sweet May[C]o Did [C]NATO donate the dough, me Boys, Did [G]NATO donate the [C]dough? Did NATO donate the dough, the dough, Did [F]NATO donate the [C]dough? From [F]Fatima to [C]Bethlehem, From [F]Lourdes to Kilti[C]magh, There's never been a miracle like The [G]airport up in [C]Knock

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