For Gerry Miller, a great storyteller
There are many stories told, like brave Maeve in days of old,
Fionn MacCumhall and the fish that knew it all,
Gráinne Mhaol who faced the foe and soon told them where to go,
and Cuchulainn and the wolfhound and the ball,
Cuchulainn and the wolfhound and the ball.
Though those times are gone, yet their spirit still lives on
in yarnspinners with stories that engage us;
for whether true or not, a yarn can hit the spot
and bring something of the wisdom of the ages.
So here's to Gerry Miller, I think there's no one briller
for stories, whether credible or tall.
He is our seanachaí of the twenty first century,
he's the man that knows the way to tell 'em all,
Gerry Miller is the man to tell 'em all.
He covers all variety of life's lush tapestry,
the rich, the poor, the powerful, the small,
Yankee visitors or the VAT, or someone's prolific cat,
he'll have a yarn to tell about them all,
he'll have a yarn to tell about them all.
We may get downcast by dint of the country being skint,
maxed credit cards and other sorts of strife,
But when he starts to verbalize, all our spirits start to rise,
for the way he tells 'em brings a lift to life.
So here's to Gerry Miller, I think there's no one briller
for stories, whether credible or tall.
He is our seanachaí of the twenty first century,
he's the man that knows the way to tell 'em all,
Gerry Miller is the man to tell 'em all.
