[C]There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why,

For[G7] it [C]never should be there at[G7] all.

With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a [C] stone you'd be[A7]guile,

So there's[D7] never a teardrop should[G] fall.

When[G7] your sweet lilting laughter's

Like some fairy song,

And your[C] eyes twinkle[C7] bright as can[F] be;

You should[D7] laugh all the while

And all [G]other times smile,

And now,[D7] smile a smile for[G] me.

Cho: When[C] Irish[G] eyes are[C] smiling,

Sure, 'tis[F] like the morn in[C] Spring.

In the[F] lilt of Irish [C]laughter

[F]You can[D7] hear the angels[G] sing.

When[C] Irish[G] hearts are[C] happy,

All the[F] world seems bright and[C] gay.

And when[F] Irish eyes are[C] smil[A7]ing,

Sure, they[D7] steal your[G7] heart a[C]way.

For your (C) smile is a part, Of the love in your heart,

Of the love in your heart, And (G7) it (C) makes even sunshine more (G7) bright.

Like the (G) linnet's sweet song,

Crooning (C) all the day (A7) long,

Comes your(D7) laughter and (G7) light.

For the (C) springtime of life

Is the sweetest of all

There is ne'er a real (C7) care or reg(F)ret;

And while (D7) springtime is ours

Throughout (G7) all of youth's hours,

Let us (D7) smile each chance we (G7)get.