She’s Irish and I Love Her

She’s Irish in her walk There’s that bit of Irish in her talk She’s Irish and I love her… She’s Irish in my loving eyes She’s as Irish as God’s heavenly, starry skies She’s Irish and I love her… There’s a far away place she longs to see Far, far away across a huge swelling sea Yet, when I’m with her, Ireland is as close to me As her darling, smiling, loving face Yes, yes it’s all so wonderful because She’s Irish and I love her… She’s Irish and full of charm She’s Irish when she’s in my arms She’s Irish in my dreams Whether she’s asleep or awake My heart is so full of love for her No matter who, what, when or where She’s Irish and I love her… And I hope and pray, that some day She will feel that way about me Because, she’s Irish and I love her… Walter Guzzi