i met her in killarney a good old irish girl
my head was in a spin my mind was in a whirl
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
and a loving smile that she gave me to me.
i fell in love with her body heart and soul
made me feel so happy made feel so whole
we went for a walk together side by side
i could feel my heart filling up with pride
walking through the fields with its grass so green
with its different shades that were in between
holding hand in hand as we walked along
with the meadow lark singing us his song
everything so peaceful as gentle as can be
no one else around theres just her and me
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
my good irish girl that sets my spirit free
holding hand in hand throught the fields so green
counting all the shades that were in between
no one else around as quiet as can be
my good old irish girl theres just her and me
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
i met her in killarney a good old irish girl
my head was in a spin my mind was in a whirl
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
and a loving smile that she gave me to me.
i fell in love with her body heart and soul
made me feel so happy made feel so whole
we went for a walk together side by side
i could feel my heart filling up with pride
walking through the fields with its grass so green
with its different shades that were in between
holding hand in hand as we walked along
with the meadow lark singing us his song
everything so peaceful as gentle as can be
no one else around theres just her and me
with her eyes so blue the color of the sea
my good irish girl that sets my spirit free
holding hand in hand throught the fields so green
counting all the shades that were in between
no one else around as quiet as can be
my good old irish girl theres just her and me
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