The Irish Tenor

it's Saint Patty's day again

and this morning I found myself

remembering the rich sound

of your joyful Irish tenor

I remember Blue Moon Of Kentucky

and Mule Skinner Blues

but the old hymns, the old anchors

that bound us to God and each other

hearing those golden bells ringing for us

When we arise and go to Jesus

where we will one day gather by the river

I remember them all, Dah

but the one that holds my deepest

inspiration and affection is the old

gospel song, Wayfaring Stranger

no one could sing it like you, Dah

I've never heard the likes of it

before or since, how smooth your voice

how real the devotion on your face

and the tears glistening in the

depths of your chocolate eyes

yes, when Irish eyes are smiling

or weeping, it takes hold of the heart

and it knit ours together forever

did you know how much I loved you? 

If not then surely you must know it now