There's a sweet garden spot in my memory, It's a place I was born and reared. For long years ago since I left there, And contented I'll live if I cared. To the friends and companions and childhood, Will assemble each night near a store. 'Round Dan Murphy's shop and often we'd stop At the stone that stood outside His door. Those days in our hearts we have cherished, And contented although we were poor. And the songs that were sung on the days we were young, On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door. When our day's work was over we'd meet there In the winter or spring just the same Then the boys and the girls all together Would join in some innocent game Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle While his daughter looked after the store The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door Those days in our hearts we have cherished, And contented although we were poor. And the songs that were sung on the days we were young, On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door. And the songs that were sung on the days we were young on the stone outside Dan Murphy's door.