When Irish eyes are smiling sure it's like a morning spring
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In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing
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When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay
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And when Irish eyes are smiling sure they steal your heart away
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(When Irish eyes are smiling sure it's like a morning spring)
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Honey you know the springtime of life is the sweetest of all
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There is never a real care or regret
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And while springtime is ours throughout all youth hours
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Let us smile each chance we get
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When Irish hearts are happy...
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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
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| Hank Locklin |
