An Irish smile is it love or life,
Is it an Irish girl to be your wife;
Perhaps it's just to think the thought of this,
The beauty of passion something not to miss,
Is it wrong to think along lines like this,
The perfect happening of the Lords answers bliss;
Perhaps it's just God putting me to the test,
Of whether I'm good enough to bet the rest.
That I might find a blessing seeing the Lord,
If not it could beat the most heavenly word;
But by the chance and charm of it,
To see an Irish smile so simply fit,
And in the mist and dawn of day,
And Irish smile of the face of the girl his way;
Comes the meaning to romance an opportunity of love to say,
That through his strength he stands there tall to grey.
The luck of the Irish is something special,
But the smile of the Irish is the love of a fresh fall;
An in a million years of tears of days gone by,
The blessings of its love will fill the whole world sky.
But understand the way in which from where it came,
The love of glory to be revealed through game;
The brilliance of the world gone by,
Is revealed through Christ of an Irish smile and eye.
Signed,
You could only fall in love
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