The Accordion Man

The seisiún is over,
The Accordion Man is gone,
The bocsa ceoil is laid to rest,
It awaits another dawn.

No more at Seisiún or Fleadh Cheoil,
Jig or reel he'll play,
The Accordion Man has left the stage,
And put his music box away.

No more on Lough Neagh's
billowing waves,
He'll cast his hook and line,
To harvest the silver eel,
That too is past its time.

But the pleasure of his company,
The music that he gave,
Will linger with his many friends,
Far, far beyond the grave.

But though the jigs
and reels have ceased,
And the Accordion Man has gone,
The memories will never fade,
God rest you, Tommy John.

Many thanks to his long time friend, Micheal McCullough
for this fitting tribute!