(to the tune of 'O Danny Boy') br br Tara McHale, i love the words you wrote me br you're never stale, your eyes smile 'cross the sea br tho' i stand tall, a happy lowly Yankee br i cannot help but dream of being Mr. T. br br The winter's gone, the buds they're all a bloomin' br 'tis you 'tis you, whose comments stoke my pride br & whilst i'm drunk, or stoned or even shroomin' br i'd envy any man could claim you for a bride. br br Tho never soft, i hear your sweet voice warming br to every heart whose ears might linger near br while 'round your laughter all good souls are swarming br your thoughtful verses merit more than just a sigh.