Kookapinto Shapes | Winter Mid-Lengths | Surfing in Southern California

You're a lovely man. You play every song that you know by heart. Music by your ear. You passed along. You sat at the piano and sang our songs. Your grandpa would pull out of his hat. Rejoice. Lord, we rejoice with the songs that remind us of you. We'll keep on singing these old Irish tunes in the spirit of grandpa. With a single melody, you made our big family feel right at home. Dance across those black and white keys while the notes just fell right into their places. You even forgave us when we sang it wrong. It became your beautiful way. Lord, we rejoice with the songs that remind us of you. We'll keep on singing these old Irish tunes in the spirit of grandpa. May the road rise to meet you. The wind always be at your back. May the sun shine upon you as you sit back with grandpa and laugh. May God hold you both together in the palm of his hand. Singing Irish to Jesus until we see you again. Lord, we rejoice with the songs that remind us of old Irish tunes in the spirit of grandpa. Singing these old Irish tunes in the spirit of grandpa. My beloved, my woman, it's not good for us to be alone. There's no reason to apply more pressure. The world's got enough of its own. Make sure our love stays on. Honey, I will take my time with you. Make sure our love stays strong. Like a steady river, we shake just by tumbling along. It takes a little time to soften our hearts. Cut out the statue from the stone. My time with you. Make sure our love stays on. My time with you. Make sure our love stays strong. It's not good for us to be alone. There's no reason. The world's got enough of its own. Make sure our love stays on. Honey, I will take my time with you. Make sure our love stays strong.