DO IT FOR DAN (Special Version - A storytelling intro track from my ABERGOWRIE VALLEY tribute collection. Dedicated to Dan Sheahan)

This song is called Do It For Dan and is dedicated to the memory of the late great Dan Sheehan

Cane, farmer, poet, and pioneer of the valley he loved so well

In Abergary Hollow, the land of Sheehan's songs, my pen is poised to follow the track where he belongs

A poet out of season, without a song to sing. Somewhere I lost the reason, the rhythm and the ring

But folks still come and go and leave what must go on. But who will ever know without a poet's song? Who will tell them so without a poet's song

This land is not my own, I hail from o'er the range. In Cardwell town I'm known, there my silence would be strange

But the ballads of a folk come from being part of the land, the grief, the joke that creates a local's heart

Sadly then I tarry for this land and I are lost. It's dying Sheehan's Gary and I cannot see him crossed

Too long I've sat here mute, refusing to belong. Afraid I wouldn't suit the King of Gary's song

But he who loved this land would never see it die. Without a poet's hand, without a poet's eye

For men they come and go and leave what must go on. But who will ever know without a poet's song

Who will mark their truth or write it when it's wrong? And though I cannot know the grieving and the jest that made his Gary glow

For Dan I'll do my best, for Dan I'll have a go. For folk still come and go and leave what must go on

But who will ever know without a poet's song? Who will tell them so without a poet's song

Who will tell them so without a poet's song