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Music by Ernest R. Ball Lyrics by Chauncey Olcott & George Graff Jr. (1912) 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 tear drop 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 it's like a morn in Spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing! When Irish eyes are happy, All the world seems bright and gay, And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure they steal your heart away. (repeat chorus) 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 so tender and bright. 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 that we get. 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 eyes are happy, All the world seems bright and gay, And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure they steal your heart away. (repeat chorus until you get the pot of gold) |