Then late in the winter of the year ninetyfive
A good friend and I went out for a drive.
The talk turned to music and she asked all askance
"If you love the music, have you seen Riverdance?"
So I bought it and watched it and was truly impressed
By the music, Jean and Michael--but not all the rest.

I watched it quite often and bought the CD
But a beautiful show is all it was to me.
Then early this year a coworker of mine
Heard the CD in my office and stayed for a time
To listen and asked "have you seen his new show?"
I said tell me about it for I wanted to know.

She loaned me her copy and I took it home
And played it that night when I was alone.
I played it again and again in a daze
I couldn't believe what I saw; I was truly amazed.
With my heart in my throat I sat there in tears.
Michael where've you been for all of these years?

Now who is this man who could create such a thing
That would fill up my soul and from me tears wring.
I had to learn more so to the computer I flew
And began a web search, but the sites they were few.
But the more that I read of his life I knew he
Was somebody special, then I found the VB.

And so I began to read and to post
About this experience that we all love the most.
I just had to see it; would it come South?
I tried for some tickets but the shows were sold out.
At last for shows in Denver I scored tickets two
And out to see Michael my friend and I flew.

From Denver to Boston and the Baltimore shore
I followed the show for I needed one more.
In Atlanta I thought that this was the best
For the show and the crowd went beyond all the rest.
The midwest was out for my job it did call
But in San Antonio I thought I'd have a real ball.

But fate, as it will, interfered with my plans
And kept me at home with my loving husband.
"So your journey is over," you might say to me.
No way I reply for there's still the VB,
And Dublin, and movies and troupe two standing by
Cause I'm still a Flathead and will be till I die.

                                               (c)Marty Parrish, 1997