We write, to warn all our readers in advance, that Sunday next, March 30th 2025, is Mothers Day.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter and musician Vince Gill(Vincent Grant Gill).
A Letter To My Mama.
Oh, I need to write a letter, Put it down in black and white, No a phone call just won’t cut it, Not the way I feel tonight. A letter to my mama, From the bottom of my heart, “I’m sorry”, is a real good place to start. I’m sorry I was selfish, Just chalk it up to youth. I got too old to need you, That’s just running from the truth. I’m sorry things didn’t work out, For you and my old man. Sometimes life don’t turn out like you plan. Looking back I wonder how, You ever pulled us through, I can’t imagine walking in your shoes. If I could stop this pen from shaking, I’d write these words down too, There’s no one in this world I love like you. Oh, I’ve written down the memories, Of these sixty-some-odd years, Trying hard to just say “Thank you”, As I wipe away the tears. I hear my grandson calling, So I guess I’d better go. I can never pay you back the love I owe. Oh, I finished up the letter, Put it down in black and white, No, a phone call wouldn’t cut it, Not the way I feel tonight. A letter to my mama, From the bottom of my heart, The very bottom of my heart.
We share hereunder with our readers further images, of onlookers, who viewed this year’s (2025) St. Paddy’s day parade, held here in Thurles, Co. Tipperary on Monday afternoon last.
Photography courtesy Mr Stewart Willoughby.
Once again a huge “Thank You” to the work undertaken by Mr John Kenehan and his Thurles committee, and to the many individuals, in reflective jackets, together with Thurles Gardaí, who ensured the health and safety of the public in attendance and controlled the traffic.
A few further images, (with more promised), of those who viewed this year’s (2025) St. Paddy’s day parade held here in Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
A huge “Thank You” to the work undertaken by Mr John Kenehan and his committee, and to the many individuals, in reflective jackets, and the Gardaí, who ensured the health and safety of the public in attendance and controlled the traffic.
An large crowd once again put in an appearance at this years Thurles St Patrick’s Day parade, held yesterday afternoon, Monday March 17th. Despite the overcast sky and low temperatures, few locals were deterred from attending to view the event, as it passed through the town centre.
Amongst those in attendance were people from the Republic of the Philippines, Czech Republic, Ukraine, England, Brazil, South Africa, China, Poland, Italy and Sweden, who joined the very large number of local residents.
Onlookers packed Thurles streets, from Friar Street west, through the town centre and unto Barry’s Bridge; same extremely impressed by the colours of floats; the marching groups representing numerous clubs and societies; the bands and in particular the individual stilt walkers from Cloughjordan, North Tipperary who took part for the first time.
A huge “Thank You” to the work undertaken by Mr John Kenehan and his committee, and to the many individuals in reflective jackets and the Gardaí, who ensured the health and safety of the public in attendance and controlled the traffic.
Lyrics: Irish songwriter and novelist Brendan Graham. Vocals: Secret Garden.
My Land
How green are your valleys, how blue your great skies, Your mountains stand tall in their glory. Your rivers run free – the bright stars are your eyes, Your beauty is endless before me. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. When to your green valleys some day I return, When you lay your mantle around me. At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn, That my land will ever surround me. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. The voice ever calling me home to you. END.
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