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        O DANNY BOY
I happened to turn on the radio,
a man was singing “Danny Boy”
His voice was that of an angel,
and it filled me with sweet joy,
The words came out like a prayer
to a loving God in heaven above,
And down my face flowed sweet
tears of gratitude and eternal love.

I did not know the singer, I had not
heard them say his name,
It would have been nice to know yet
I enjoyed the song just the same,
The music flowed so tenderly, it was
like living in a sad dream,
The high notes ethereal, he really
lived that lyric so it did seem.

Until I heard that song sung with an
almost reverent touch,
I had not thought about my favourite
song too much.
But now if anyone will ask what is my
favourite song, I’ll say with joy,
It is the plaintive Irish song called
simply “Danny Boy”

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 4, 2004