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 power 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.
Chorus:
When
Irish eyes are smiling
Sure
it's like a 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'll steal your heart away.