This was a song that my mother in law, Ginger, heard when she was younger. She later named her last child and my wife, Kelty, after the reference in it:

oh the days of the kelty dancers
oh the ring of the piper’s tune
all for one of those hours of gladness
gone, alas, like my youth too soon

when the boys begin to gather in the glen of a summer’s night
and the kelty dancers will be filled with joy and utter delight

oh to dream of it
oh to think of it

oh to dream of it
fills my heart with tears

It was a beautiful thing to hear Ginger sing this the other night. I seem to be able to find the things I post here, so I’ve posted it since I never want to lose it