Danny Boy (Angel S3, post "Sleep Tight")
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They'd sung it at his wake. He hadn't realized it at the time, being dead and all, but some part of him must have heard it. He had dreamed about it often. It was his father's voice that stood out.
(It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.)
He hadn't thought the old bastard would care if he lived or died. But the voice that never faltered during the hymns in Mass crumbled into sobs each time.
He never thought he'd understand his father. Never really wanted to.
(Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.)
Now he did.
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A/N: Written for the sunday100 (http://www.livejournal.com/community/sunday100) 09/29/2003 challenge on the theme of music.
* * * * *
They'd sung it at his wake. He hadn't realized it at the time, being dead and all, but some part of him must have heard it. He had dreamed about it often. It was his father's voice that stood out.
(It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.)
He hadn't thought the old bastard would care if he lived or died. But the voice that never faltered during the hymns in Mass crumbled into sobs each time.
He never thought he'd understand his father. Never really wanted to.
(Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.)
Now he did.
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A/N: Written for the sunday100 (http://www.livejournal.com/community/sunday100) 09/29/2003 challenge on the theme of music.