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 teardop should fall,
when your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song,
and you eyes twinkle bright as can be:
you should laugh all the while and all other times smile,
and now smile a smile for me.
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When Irish eyes are smiling
sure 'tis 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 smilin'
sure they'll steal your heart away!
For your smile is a part of the love in your heart,
and it makes even the sunshine more bright.
Like the linnets sweet song crooning all the day long,
comes yourlaughter so tender and light.
For the springtime of life is the sweetest of all,
there's ne'er a real care or regret:
and while springtime is ours thoughout all of youth's hours
let us smile each chance we get.
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