In MEMORY OF
DANIEL JOSEPH NICHOLSON
April 4, 1953 - January 19, 2004

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warmly on your face,
The rains fall softly on your fields,
And until we meet again, May God
hold you in the palm of his hand

 

Londonderry Air

(Danny Boy)

Oh Danny Boy the pipes the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summers gone and all the roses falling
It’s you it’s you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summers in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy O Danny Boy I love you so

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead as dead I may well be
Yell come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say as Ave there for me
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

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