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Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads, Granddads and Great Granddads, both here in Thurles, Co. Tipperary and elsewhere around the globe.
My Old Man
Written by Zac Brown, Niko Moon and Ben Simonetti.
He was a giant
And I was just a kid
I was always trying
To do everything he did
I can still remember every lesson he taught me
Growing up learning how to be
Like my old man
He was a lion
We were our father’s pride
But I was defiant
When he made me walk the line
He knew how to lift me up
And when to let me fall
Looking back, he always had a plan
My old man
My old man
Feel the callous on his hands
And dusty overalls
My old man
Now I finally understand
I have a lot to learn
From my old man
Now I’m a giant
Got a son of my own
He’s always trying
To go everywhere I go
Do the best I can to raise him up the right way
Hoping that he someday wants to be
Like his old man
My old man
I know one day we’ll meet again
As he’s looking down
My old man
I hope he’s proud of who I am
I’m trying to fill the boots of my old man
My old man
You are cordially invited to the “Waterfall of Intentions” poetry collection launch, in Cashel Library, Friar Street, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, on Tuesday evening next, May 17th, 2022, from 6:00pm till 7:30 pm.
Poetry Readings.
Music by Marie and Jane with Tea & Cake.
I do hope you are free to attend. – Theresa Jones.
Please R.S.V.P. to tbj.46pw@gmail.com
The singer / song writing Tipperary duo, “The Wood of O”; (Breege Phelan and Will McLellan), will perform original innovate music and classic folk songs from the era of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, in concert on Friday evening next, May 13th, at Cashel Library, Friar Street, St. Francisabbey, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.
For those of you anxious to get a taste of this upcoming, exiting event, Click HERE
Note Well: While this event is Free as part of the “Cashel Library 2022 Bealtaine Festival programme”, Booking is Essential, so please do Telephone (062) 63225, during normal business hours (9:00am – 5:00pm) to be assured of a seat.
The words to the Hymn “All Things Bright and Beautiful” were written by Irish woman Mrs Cecil Frances (Fanny) Alexander, and published in 1848, at the end of the Great Famine.
Her words were possibly inspired by a verse from a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, quote: –
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
“He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”
All Things Bright and Beautiful All things bright and beautiful.
All creatures great and small.
All things wise and wonderful.
‘Twas God that made them all.
Each little flower that opens.
Each little bird that sings.
He made their glowing colors
And made their tiny wings.
The poor man in his straw-roofed cottage,
The rich man in his lordly hall,
The old man’s voice, the child’s first whisper,
He listens, and He answers all.
END
I Hope You Dance
Singer: Lee Ann Womack.
Songwriters: Sanders Mark Daniel / Sillers Tia M
[The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. But in the meanwhile ……..]
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
Get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens.
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance… I hope you dance…
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances, but they’re worth takin’.
Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin’.
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter.
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance.
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean.
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens.
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance.
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
Dance… I hope you dance.
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
I hope you dance… I hope you dance.
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