wake
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
and we'll dance...
I took Jack out to the Little Red Church today to play a concert for those Irishmen and their consorts. There wasn't a whole lot of response from the audience (ok... no response), but we really felt good about it.
Lest you think this was irreverent, I promise you, that our intentions were precisely the opposite. It was our desire to honor these folk with music and dancing. The utmost respect was felt in the sharing of the music, the stepping of the feet, and the leaping of the joy.
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