Daniel John McCarty August 4, 1955 - May 25, 1996 Thank you for keeping Dan's spirit burning bright in our hearts and on the golf course year after year. -The McCarty Brothers Mike, Dennis, Rick, Larry, Kelly, Jerry, Steve An Irish Blessing May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand. |
| | Danny Boy... Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis you must go, 'tis you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But if you come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I may well be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say and "ave" there for me And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave shall warm and sweeter be If you will bend and tell me that YOU love me Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me Wherever you go and whatever you do, May the luck of the Irish be there with you. |