A ST. PATRICKS DAY TALE

AS I WALK DOWN THE PATH
PAST THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH
I REMEMBER THE NIGHT THAT WE MET

THE SKY WAS SO BLUE
I SAW NOTHING BUT YOU
T'WAS A NIGHT I WILL NEVER FORGET

ON MY HORSE WE DID RIDE
THRU THE TOWNS COUNTRY SIDE
THAT EVENING OUR FUTURE WAS SET

AS THE MONTHS TURNED TO YEARS
WE HAD LAUGHTER AND TEARS
AND EVEN SOME THINGS WE'D REGRET

OUR KIDS WE DID RAISE
THE LORD WE DID PRAISE
BUT AHEAD, WE JUST NEVER COULD GET

UNTIL ONE DAY AT THE STREAM
A LITTLE MAN DRESSED IN GREEN
SAID HORSES AND GOLD YOU CAN GET

SO HE FOLLOWED THE MAN
HE SURELY HAD A GOOD PLAN
BUT HIS SOUL THE DEVIL WOULD GET

SCARED, HE RAN OVER THE RIDGE
AND ACROSS THAT OLD BRIDGE
AT HIS OLD HOUSE HE WOULD SET

HE ONCE HAD A GOOD PLAN
HE'D ALWAYS BEEN A GOOD MAN
T'WAS A NIGHT HE WILL NEVER FORGET

ALBERT