"The Quay At Kinvara" genre: Celtic
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	A moving ballad written in the old style.
	Credits: Richard Carson morton
	Story Behind the Song Inspired by a visit to a lovely village in County Gallway. Lyrics The Quay At Kinvara by Richard Carson Morton copyright 2001 The times they are hard, dear, and I must be going Across to Chicago, in far Americay But I will send for you as soon as I'm able And we will be married, I'll give you my name chorus She stands all alone on the Quay at Kinvara Clutching her shawl, 'gainst a cold western breeze I can still see her there as I slip from the harbour Her hair blowing wildly and waving at me I worked in the stockyards in heat like a furnace Wielding the axe and the saw and the knife But I slipped on the blood and fell on the sharp blade They carried me off barely clinging to life chorus I was nursed back to health by a young girl from Belfast But my leg was cut badly and I was left lame So I worked taking stock in her own father's warehouse And I married that girl and I gave her my name chorus As I lay on the bed with my family around me I think of the sorrow and joy we have shared As I draw my last breath and the darkness surrounds me May God forgive me, I still here there

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