G        Em        A        D        D

[Verse 1]
  D                 D            G               Em
I miss my friends tonight, their faces shine for me,
    A               A                   D            A
the clamor of their singing's like some mad calliope.
      D                   D             G                   Em
Still ringing through the Lion's Head until the morning light,
  A           A         A                 D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.

[Interlude]
G        Em        A        D        D

[Verse 2]
     D            D            G              Em
With Jameson's or Bushmills or Trotsky on the rocks;
    A             A              D             A
the Fenian at the barricade, the batter in the box.
  D              D         G              Em
A song for every season, a smile in every fight,
  A           A         A                 D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.

[Interlude]
G        Em        A        D        D

[Verse 3]
     D               D         G                  Em
When Dave was in his glory and singing Brecht and Weill,
    A                A               D             A
The Clancys hauled a chantey out and gave us Paddy Doyle.
    D                D                 G                 Em
The Mets were either best or worst and Marx was wrong or right,
  A           A         A                 D        D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.

[Verse 4]
  D                 D        G                   Em
I wonder where they are now,   they could be anywhere;
   A           A         D                A
in Hell or California or back in Sheridan Square.
     D                  D           G              Em
They left us where they left us, so we put out the light,
  A           A         A                 D        D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.

[Interlude]
D         D         G         Em
A         A         A         D         D

[Verse 5]
D                  D                      G               Em
Each one drained a parting glass then and   sailed off to sea
    A              A                   D           A
and what a crew of rogues they made in gleeful anarchy.
     D               D     G                 Em
They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write,
  A           A         A                 D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.

[Ending]
     D               D     G                 Em
They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write,
  A           A         A                 D
comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight.