Over In Killarney is a lullaby that I mostly remember my dad singing to me. But when Arrine was first born it was that song that I would sing to her. Our version is very condensed, but it’s still a sweet song. And when I sang the lyrics about the mother, the tears would flow. It was those first few days, weeks, months that I longed for my mom the most, being a new mother myself. So I would sing to Arrine the lullaby and cry. But it somehow made me feel closer to my mom.

Recently Arrine has actually been asking me to sing Over In Killarney. And tonight she sang along. In her dear, sweat, innocent, little girl voice. And it was a moment we shared together. And I cried.

Tears for being blessed with a beautiful daughter. Tears for missing my beautiful mother.

Over in Killarney 
Many years ago, 
Me Mither sang a song to me 
In tones so sweet and low. 
Just a simple little ditty, 
In her good ould Irish way, 
And l'd give the world if she could sing 
That song to me this day. 

"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, 
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! 
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, 
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby." 

Oft in dreams I wander 
To that cot again, 
I feel her arms a-huggin' me 
As when she held me then. 
And I hear her voice a -hummin' 
To me as in days of yore, 
When she used to rock me fast asleep 
Outside the cabin door.