WHEN
IRISH EYES ARE SMILING A
Bing Crosby
| Joni James
|
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.
MY
WILD IRISH ROSE
Joni James
|
My wild Irish Rose,
the sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere,
but none can compare
with my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
the dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake,
she may let me take the bloom
from my wild Irish Rose.