I'm afraid "Kilkelly" changed it for me. Was playing the song in Invermere one night and couldn't figure out what the commotion was. Turns out there was a lady, behind me, quite literally crying her eyes out. We're not talking about a gentle sob here. More of a "Soaked Hanky, shoulder heaving, let it all out" sort of thing. (Jeeze, I didn't think I was that bad) No amount of reassurances by herself and her husband could convince me that she wouldn't have had a better time without it. They're lovely people, by the way. I do understand that many of us enjoy some depth from the artists but there is a limit. No?