Mick Fitzgerald

Songwriter, actor, writer Dubliner. Mick Fitzgerald

Let him down aisy, let him down slow, Though you want him to stay, a man has to go. He left his mark, like a footprint in snow, Slán leat, a mhic, téigh abhaile.

We who are passing like stars in the night May what we leave be ever as bright, May our names and our deeds be known when we’re gone Our words, and our poems, and our songs.

So let him down aisy, remember him well: The purest, pure drop, from the soul of the well; For he left his story for others to tell Slán leat a mhic, téigh a chodladh.

Let him down aisy, let him down slow Though you want him to stay, a man has to go He left his mark, like a footprint in snow, Slán leat, a mhic, téigh abhaile.

— © Frank Callery. May 16th 2016.