You're lucky enough!
There's something to the playing of the pipes that makes one think of misty mornings up on stone filled mountains, with green for as far as the eye can see. The sound takes you back through history, and to the myths of Erin's emerald shores and a culture that no matter what, wouldn't fade into the mists like the gods before. It's what makes the Irishmen far and wide want to go home to Ireland.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
So in honor of that and of my ancestors and the past, have a great day today. Don't forget to wear green!
May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road.
And may your friends remember
all the favors you are owed!
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road.
And may your friends remember
all the favors you are owed!
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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