D5

[Verse]:

     D                       Am7
Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road,
    D                        G
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal.
        F                       D             G
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
    F          C             D
The giant will rise with the moon.

[Verse]:

          D                         Am7
'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest,
         D                         G
That our fathers brought with them when they "went West".
         F                        D           G
It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest
    F          C             D
The giant will rise with the moon.

[Chorus]:

   F          C     D     C            G
So crash the glass down! move with the tide!
      F                           G         D
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside,
F           C   D     C            G   G/A G
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise...
         F  D
With the moon.

[Verse]:

   D                     Am7
In inclement weather the people are fey,
      D                            G
Three thousand year stories as the night slips away.
  F                      D         G
Remembering Fingal feels not far away...
    F          C             D
The giant will rise with the moon.

[Verse]:

    D                                Am7
The wind's in the north, there'll be new moon tonight,
    D                    G
And we have no circle to dance in its sight.
    F                                         D               G
So light a torch, bring bring the bottle, and build the fire bright!
    F           C            D
The giant will rise with the moon.

[Chorus]:

   F          C     D     C            G
So crash the glass down! move with the tide!
                                            D
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside,
                                   G  G/A G
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise...
         F  D
With the moon.

[Verse]:

   D                       Am7
Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road,
      D                         G
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal.
         F                      D             G
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
    F          C             D
The giant will rise with the moon.