Title: The Story Author: Linda Suazo In a tiny town in the Wicklow hills A story came to be A tale so charming and divine That they could not forsee How many a heart Throughout the world Would find itself anew And open as a bloom in spring And fellowship pursue The story came to everyone As gentle, as a prayer It brought with it, smiles and tears And joys for us to share. It told of Ambrose Egan And his call from "up above" Of beautiful Niamh Quigley Whom Ambrose chose to love. Of Brendan and Siobhan And friendship gone too far, Her love of all God’s creatures And his searching for his star. And wonderful old Eamon His kindness to his sheep Of Brian and his business deals And secrets he must keep. It gave us Liam and Donal And the humor of their days And the trouble they got into And their double dealing ways. Of Padraig O’Kelly and his son And the Christmas goat Of Kathleen at Hendleys store And her long brown coat. Of Dr. Michael Ryan Who they loved so much With a patience for his people And his kind and gentle touch And then they gave us Father Mac Whom we learned to hate. The pain he caused to those we loved We hoped would be his fate Then they chose to take our hearts And warm them from above With a tale of tenderness And melancholy love. The beautiful Assumpta And Father Clifford, a man so rare Began a tender friendship That loneliness could share She taught him how to drive a car And sparred with him at length She trusted him above all else And reveled in his strength. He came to love her spirit And her ornery façade. He gave her space to feel her doubts About the Church and God. The love that grew, the pain that came From trying not to feel Was unwelcome from the start The sadness was unreal The friendship changed and then one day Became a love so strong That he would have to make a choice That to many would seem wrong. He made the choice and so did she To love until the end The joy of those few moments Will help our hearts to mend Epilogue Then it was time for her to go According to the pen Of writer Kieran Prendiville And his thoughtless men. The cry that was heard round the world The tears that flowed that day A testament to those who played The folks in BallyK.