Danny Boy

Walking by the Barnacle on the way to my music night at the Willard's. A few people having a smoke outside asked if I would play them a song and so I got the fiddle out and played for them a bit. Then they asked me in and after a few tunes a girl asked for an elderly lady from Ireland who was sitting quietly at a table if I knew "Danny Boy". It was a long time since I've played it but it thankfully came back. I noticed how sadly the old woman smiled and that her eyes watered. I was glad that a simple song could help her perhaps recall a boy of her own that she was now without.