Chris de Burgh, cuyo nombre real es Christopher John Davison, nació el 15 de octubre de 1948 en Venado Tuerto, Argentina. Su padre, Charles Davison, era trabajador diplomático británico y su madre, Maeve Emily de Burgh, era irlandesa. La familia se trasladó a Irlanda cuando Chris era aún un niño, donde creció en un ambiente lleno de historia y música. La música siempre estuvo presente en la vida de Chris, algo que moldeó enormemente su futuro.
Chris de Burgh mostró un interés y talento en la música desde una edad temprana. Asistió al Marlborough College en Inglaterra antes de estudiar en el Trinity College en Dublín, donde se graduó con una licenciatura en Inglés, Francés e Historia. Sus primeras incursiones en el mundo de la música se dieron mientras aún estudiaba, tocando en pequeños locales y clubes universitarios.
El camino profesional de Chris de Burgh comenzó en la década de 1970 cuando firmó un contrato con A&M Records. Su álbum debut, “Far Beyond These Castle Walls”, fue lanzado en 1974. Aunque el álbum no obtuvo un éxito notorio, presentó una indicación clara de su estilo característico que combinaba rock, pop y elementos de música folk.
En 1975, logró cierta atención con el álbum “Spanish Train and Other Stories”, destacando la canción “A Spaceman Came Travelling”, obteniendo un considerable fanbase en Europa.
El verdadero estrellato internacional llegó en 1986 con el lanzamiento del
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I'd like you to meet my last queen
Over there large as life
She's been hanging there for almost a week
My poor late wife
What do think of the colour of her skin
It has the bloom of the rose
You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in
And for that picture in her bedroom she would pose
Well after a while he was driving me mad
As you could well understand
Sitting in there, day after day
With my wife in the palm of his hand
It was -
Madam please do this and Madam please do that
You've never heard such display
But he didn't mind he was taking his time
It was me that had to pay
Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods
You understand it's the light
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they
Came back in the middle of the night
And I swear I'll take care of the painter, Oh the painter
Well as you can see it was hard for me
But something has to be done
She only has eyes for him and his lies, and as for me
Not a glance, not a single one
My orders were severe and she disappeared
It really was such a shame
And when they told me she was dead I broke down and said
It's that painter, it's him, he's to blame
With his: Madam please do this and Madam please do that
You've never heard such display
But he didn't mind he was taking his time
It was me that had to pay
Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods
You understand it's the light
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they
Came back in the middle of the night
And I hope it's the rope for the painter
When he's found, it's hellbound for the painter
I'll get that painter