IRISH, EYES SMILE THEMSELVES.

(Lyric poetry by Chauncey Ghoul cottage and +. Graff, Jar. the music of Ernest)

It passes on a crack in your eye to R. Ball.
And I surprise myself for which.
Everything never must there for.
With an energy in your smile.
Certainly a stone, which you would deceive.
Thus he teardrop fall would have never.
As your gentle trawller neden laugh.
Such as fairy song.
And him luminous eyes Twinkle, such as can be.
They would laugh whole must when.
And another Zeit lame chins whole.
And now, for me smiles smile.

Chorale:

Irish, eyes smile themselves.
Certain 'tis wants the morning in spring.
In Lied hen of Irish laugh.
They can hear the angels sing. Irish, is harden itself happy.
The whole world seems luminous and homosexual.
And as Irish eyes smile.
Certainly flying they heart far your.