{t:When Irish Eyes Are Smiling}{st:Ernest Ball, Chauncey Olcott & George Graff}There's a [G]tear in your [D7]eye, and I'm [G]wondering [D7]whyFor it [G]never should be there at [D]allWith such [D7]pow'r in your smile, sure a [G]stone you'll be-[E7]guileThough there's [A7]never a teardrop should [D7]fallWhen your [G]sweet lilting [D7]laughter, like [G]some fairy [D7]songAnd your [G]eyes twinkle bright as can [C]beYou should [D7]laugh all the while, and all [G]other times [E7]smileAnd now [A7]smile a smile for [D7]me{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}When [G]Irish [D7]eyes are [G]smiling [G7]Sure, 'tis [C]like a morn in [G]Spring [G7]In the [C]lilt of Irish [G]laughter [E7]You can [A7]hear the angels [D7]sing [D7+5]When [G]Irish [D7]hearts are [G]happy [G7]All the [C]world seems bright and [G]gay [G7]And when [C]Irish [C#dim]eyes are [G]smiling [E7]Sure, they’ll [A7]steal your [D7]heart a-[G]way{eoc}
For your [G]smile is a [D7]part of the [G]love in your [D7]heartAnd it [G]makes even sunshine more [D]brightLike the [D7]linnet's sweet song, crooning [G]all the day [E7]longComes your [A7]laughter so tender and [D7]lightFor the [G]springtime of [D7]life is the [G]sweetest of [D7]allThere is [G]ne'er a real care or re-[C]gretAnd while [D7]springtime is ours throughout [G]all of youth's [E7]hoursLet us [A7]smile each chance we [D7]get{c:CHORUS:}
{soc}When [G]Irish [D7]eyes are [G]smiling [G7]Sure, 'tis [C]like a morn in [G]Spring [G7]In the [C]lilt of Irish [G]laughter [E7]You can [A7]hear the angels [D7]sing [D7+5]When [G]Irish [D7]hearts are [G]happy [G7]All the [C]world seems bright and [G]gay [G7]And when [C]Irish [C#dim]eyes are [G]smiling [E7]Sure, they’ll [A7]steal your [D7]heart a-[G]way [G]↓
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