EMMET CAHILL'S IRELAND - 'WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING' Chords

_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's [D] a tear in your eye, and I'm wondering why,
[Bm] For it never [E] should be [D] there at [A] all.
With [G] such power in your [A]
smile, [D] should a stone ye [B] beguile,
So [Gbm] there's never [E] a teardrop should [Bm] _ fall.
_ [A] _ _ [D] When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy [Gb] song,
[Bm] And your eyes [D] twinkle bright as [G] can _ _ be, _ _ You must laugh all the [Ab] while, and all [Gbm] other
times [B]
smile, And [Bm] now [Gbm] smile, a [E]
smile _ _ [A] for _ [G] me.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] When _ [Gm] Irish eyes are [D] smiling, [Gbm] _
short [G] as like [E] a [D] morning spring,
_ In [G] the [F] lilt of [D] Irish laughter, [B] you can [E] hear the angels [Em] _
[A] sing.
_ [D] When Irish [Gm] hearts are [D] happy, _ all [G] the world seems [D] bright and _ gay,
But [G] when _ [Ab] Irish eyes are _
_ [B] smiling, sure they [E] steal [A] your heart [D] away. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ For your smile is a part of the love in your heart,
And [Bm] it makes [E] even sunshine [D] more _ bright.
[Eb] _ Like the [Em]
lidded [A] sweet song, crooning [D] all [Bm] the day long,
Comes your laughter so [E]
tender [G] and _ _ light.
[A] _
_ _ For the [D] springtime of life is the sweetest of all,
[Bm] And there's ne'er a [D] real care nor [G] regret. _ _
_ And while springtime [Ab] is ours, [Gbm] throughout all of youth's hours,
[Bm] Let us smile [E] every chance that [G] we _ get. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
When [Gm] Irish eyes [D] are smiling, [Gbm] _
short [G] as like [E] a [D] morning _ spring,
In [G] the lilt [D] of Irish laughter, _ [B] you [E] can hear the angels [Em] _ [A] sing.
_ [D] When Irish [Gm] hearts [D] are happy, _ _ [G] all the world [Ab] seems bright [D] and gay,
_ But [G] when _ [Ab] Irish [D] eyes are _ [B] smiling, sure [E] they steal your [A] heart [D] away.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] When [Abm] Irish eyes [Eb] are smiling, _ short [Ab] as like [F] a morning [Eb] _ spring,
In [Ab] the lilt [Ebm] of [Eb] Irish laughter, [C] _ [Fm] you can hear [F]
the angels [C] _ _ sing.
_ [Eb]
When [Abm] Irish hearts [Eb] are happy, _ [Ab] all the world [A] seems bright and [Eb] gay,
_ _ [Ab] But when _ [F] Irish eyes are [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
[E] smiling, _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [F] sure they _ _ steal [Bb] your _ _ _ heart _ _ _ _ away. _ _ _
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