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The Bright Days Of My Youththey Were Full Of Hopethe Great Journey That Was Before Me Thenwas What Was Destined To Be, Bye Bye.now I'm Sorrowful,the Day Is Long Past.alas And Woe, Oh.

Singing In Gaelic Is Very, Very Natural To Do. I Think Lends Itself Very Much So To Being Sung.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

People Listen To The Music And Sense What It Is About. Sometimes They Know Exactly What The Songs Are About, Sometimes They Interpret Their Own Meaning To The Music, And Thats Great When This Happens Because It Shows Its Striking A Chord.

My Influences Are With Irish Music, Church Music And Classical Music.