Perfectly sung and perfectly timed for the occasion of the passing that took place in bad times. To our man in Erin we say thanks.
Boy this sounds like a hard song to sing. You did really well. Love it.
Well done, Map.
Thank you - that was lovely.
thank you, bubba. we're raising a glass to all who've gone ahead. we lost an elder today. *sigh* xoxoxo
Wonderful, as always.The song and the kind friend who offers it to his own friend. :)
Chef; 'Tis my honour. :¬)
Joey; Thanks pal, it can be quite an emotional song to sing. :¬)
debra; Go raibh maith agat! :¬)xxx
Pat; Thank you. Love, Horace. :¬)xxx
sav; And I raise a glass tonight to your friend. Sláinte mhaith! :¬)xoxoxox
hope; Friendship is up there at the top of my list. Some people have been very good to me, that is something I will ne'er forget. I put my heart into my music, and sometimes people hear the beat. :¬)xxx
Aye, he puts his heart into his music alright, but for the love of all things holy, never ask what he puts into his homemade steak pies.You have to wonder why there are no pets in the house, yet he always has a bowl full of enticing doggy chow put outside his door. Tis not a lamp post in his street that does not have a 'Missing - reward offered for the safe return of wee Tibbles' poster attached.The last time we all sat down to dinner at Map's house, Siobhan found a hair on her plate very similar to a poodle that used to live three doors down, while I located a locating chip for something called a 'Fido'.We both passed on the cream pudding...