My mother used to sing this song to us at the piano when we were children. She's from an irish family; grandpa was a union man who worked for the railroads, and they had the sign of the hobo on their house when she was a child, even though it was the depression and they didn't have enough food for the four little girls.

This song was beautiful, and I can hear the melody and sing the words in the memory of my mind. Thanks Juan, for taking me back to a gentler place and time in my life....