I met him in a Dublin bar. The sorcerer from Wichita. A wizard and his baby grand. A range of powers at his command. He summoned ghosts of lovers sleeping. Soldiers dying far from home. Like a stone in to a well. I fell beneath their spell. The songs of Danny Galway. In words he paints a vivid scene. Of places you may not have been. Yet listen and you're moved to swear. I know that house I've climbed that stair. I've shared those overwhelming feelings. I've suffered loss I've known such joy. Emotions we all know are burnished till they glow. In the songs of Danny Galway. His melodies inspire whims. His chord changes like Baptist hymns. They lift your spirit till its soars. Till you forget that spirit's yours. Sound and word in sweet communion. Echoes of a better world. Where chivalry's not dead we'll look for it instead. In the songs of Danny Galway. Something well and pure for ever will endure. In the songs of Danny Galway