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To my dear son
My dear son,
Sitting here this dreary day i remembered your short life
how you smiled at me voice and cried when it stopped.
Singing a lullaby to you was the highlight of my night.
Listening quietly watching for signs of life
I remember when they came to me and told my with voices sad "I'm sorry but he didn't make it
He'll never know his dad."
Collapsing to the floor in a heap of tears
they rushed to me and told me
that it would get better but instead it's just gotten worse
By now you'd be almost 3 and still asking for this lullaby
well my dear son even though your gone i'll send the lullaby there
Toora-loora-looral
Over in Killarney, many years ago,
My mothersang a song to me in tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple ditty in her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing,
That song to me this day.
Toora loora looral,
Toora loorali
Toora loora looral,
Hush, now don't you cry
Torra loora looral,
Toora loorali,
Toora loora looral,
It's an Irish lullaby.
Oft in dream I wander to the cot again;
I feel her arms a huggin me as when she held me then,
And I hear her voice a hummin' to me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
Toora loora looral,
Toora loorali
Toora loora looral,
Hush, now don't you cry
Torra loora looral,
Toora loorali,
Toora loora looral,
It's an Irish lullaby.
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