Come to the Pub with me

Come with me and have a welcome drink to my favourite Irish Inn as winter gales across glens do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of oak wood bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled so very far by horseback he was able He was a handsome strong built guy and the apple in a mothers eye and he was just a lowly farmers boy but his fathers great and proudest joy He was asked by all to sing a tune amongst the grey and smoky room and the fiddle trios were up and playing and then all feet , could not stop tapping chorus he had a voice of angels a harp, the background tune he sang of times of ancient woes of hardships, i am told a hush went round and across the room but outside the storm was blowing but his voice so clear chased away all gloom as the song,, they were all knowing Then everyone was standing, clapping for him to sing again so he had a swig of black gold Guinness and bowed, as if he'd finished The fire in grate burnt orange bright gave room its warm and welcome light and then all voices cheered for more so he smiled and walk back to the floor A ballad this time he softly sang i'm told about his love and when the flow of words began emotions , all overcome chorus 2 he had a voice of angels a harp, the background tune he sang of times of ancient woes of hardships, l am told bridge yes, he was his mothers heart of joy and he was his fathers boy but in War , he was so very young, he died like so many.... in wasted lives