Stone by Dan Murphy's Door - The O'Neill Brothers Group

There's a sweet garden spot in our memories

There's the place we were born and reared

And long years ago since we left it

There return there we will if we're spared

And our friends and companions of childhood

Would assemble each night near a score

And music get what ring

And spice songs we would sing

On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

And those days in our hearts we will cherish

Contented although we were poor

And the songs that we were sung

On the days when we were young

On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

When our day's work is over

We would meet there

In the winter or spring all the same

And the boys and the girls all together

We would join in some innocent games

When Dan Murphy bring out his fiddle

And his daughters looked after the store

And music get will ring

And sweet songs we would sing

On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

Back again will our thoughts often wander

To the scenes of our childhood's home

Their are friends and companions we left there

It was poverty 'cause us to roam

Since then in our lifes we have prospered

And then in our hearts we feel use sore

For the memories it will fly

To the days long gone by

On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

And those days in our hearts we will cherish

Contented although we were poor

And the songs that we sung

On the days when we were young

On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door