St. Pat’s night is coming back
for me, top o’the year
a night when once, no twice
I fell deep in love
and poetry began

So the top o’the night to all
but please, just one request
before the band starts up
give me a hint a moment or two
before you start the tune, and sing the lyrics
to Danny Boy

an’ it’s a special place in me
you’ll be touchin’
yes, a special place in me

St. Pat’s night is popping up
again with spring and the Leprechauns
are waking up

I’ll have to psych myself up again
it’s like romance, can’t bear to have or
have not, if it’s skipped
some say it’s sappy sentimental
but some’ll say anything is
those hard crusty types, you know
but they’re not the types
to be out that night
listening to Danny Boy

Fine, gentle and sweet
though miles away
from another time...
a Danny Boy o’mine exists
it’ll always be that way
for me
and I know I’ll be seein’
the joy of his face
his forest green eyes
and hearing his deep loud laugh
until my dying day

March of that year
we strolled his streets
holding happy hands
and I told him of my passion
for the evenings of St. Pat’s
but how I cried whenever
I heard Danny Boy

He told me of his Irish blood
dropped soft eyes into mine
this brand new Danny o’mine
wearing his “kiss me, I’m Irish pin”
that I’d bought for him
and asking me to obey it

now, though we parted long ago
I still request the song

One find day
when faeries and spirits and fiddles play
and the luck o’the Irish feels close
when the time is right and spring lands light
and God deems that I may
I’ll go find my Danny Boy again
or he’ll find me
and I’ll never let him go

So smile, for this special time, won’t you?
St. Pat’s night is near
top o’ the year to you all
and our friendly local band
will be playing all those folksy songs

old home week up there
with all the sing along and spoons
to play, and silly jokes
free license for a day and night
for old and young to get crazy
let our hair down
kick fancy heels
in jigs, gillies and green gowns
with black-crossed stockings, soft souls
moist eyes and the wearing of the green
the drink’ of food-colored beer
or even just a hot pot of tea

dancing into the wee hours
falling in love again
with life
celebrating olden ways and times
when romance was held so dear

and suren’n I’ll hold
my Danny Boy within

03/12/2004

Posted on 03/12/2004
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