I don’t like the word “blessed,” but there’s no other word for it.
I first heard this benediction on an album by The Chieftains, and its haunting beauty has stayed with me ever since. It's one of those songs that stick in my head.
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
I first heard this benediction on an album by The Chieftains, and its haunting beauty has stayed with me ever since. It's one of those songs that stick in my head.
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Then gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all