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| The Irish eyes of my grandmother, Mary Mangan, 1919, Denver, Colorado. Born March 8, 1900. The Irish Tenors (John McDermott, Anthony Kearns and Ronan Tynan) - When Irish Eyes Are Smiling 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 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. |
