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

CHORUS

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, it's like a 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 so tender and light
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret
And when springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get

CHORUS

Copyright 1912 by M. Witmark & Sons, N.Y.