My gal's got a way of talkin' so sweetly Of talkin' so sweetly to me It brings me the mornin' to hear her Voice sweetly To hear her Kind words just for me
She talks of forever and ever just with me She talks like she's writin' a poem She talks like a liar Eyes glint like a tiger I see it, And know that I'm *****
My gal's got me wrapped all up on her finger Caught up in her hair Curls like irons. But me I don't worry That she'd ever harm me I'm just as disarming As she
I know by the taste of her tongue It is silver I know cause it matches my own And though we both talk of such aery ideas When we are together I'm home
This poem accompanies an original american-irish folk song written also by me.