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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Höfundur lags: Ernest R. Ball Höfundur texta: Chauncey Olcott og Geo. Graff Jr. Flytjandi: John McCormack Sent inn af: gilsi
[C]There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For[G7] it    [C]never should be there at[G7] all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a[C] stone you'd be[A7]guile,
So there's[D7] never a teardrop should[G] fall.
When[G7] your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your[C] eyes twinkle[C7] bright as can[F] be;
You should[D7] laugh all the while
And all [G]other times smile,
And now,[D7] smile a smile for[G] me.

When[C] Irish[G] eyes are[C] smiling,
Sure, 'tis[F] like the morn in[C] Spring.
In the[F] lilt of Irish [C]laughter
[F]You can[D7] hear the angels[G] sing.
When[C] Irish[G] hearts are[C] happy,
All the[F] world seems bright and[C] gay.
And when[F] Irish eyes are[C] smil[A7]ing,   
Sure, they[D7] steal your[G7] heart a[C]way.

[C]For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it [G7]makes [C]even sunshine more [G7]bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning [C]all the day [A7]long,
Comes your [D7]laughter and [G]light.
For the [G7]springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is [C]ne'er a [C7]real care or re[F]gret;
And while [D7]springtime is ours
Throughout [G]all of youth's hours,
Let us [D7]smile each chance we [G]get.

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.

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