Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

The lyrics to that song have been in my head since being a wee girleen and dancing on my Da’s feet. Tis is to honour my Da and all the Das who let their little girls dance on their feet. I miss you Da.

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