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When Irish Eyes Are
Smiling
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm
wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in
your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should
fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your
eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all
other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are
smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish
laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All
the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure,
they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in
your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's
sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and
light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er
a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of
youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
When Irish eyes are
smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish
laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All
the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure,
they steal your heart away.
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