St. Patrick’s Day 2025
After All These Years
by Des Coleman, Ollie Kennedy
My darling, come to me
Sit you down easily
And rest awhile near the soft fire light
Cold is the night
But warm is my heart with pride
Having you by my side
You're still my guiding light
After all these years
Your soft assuring ways
The rock I lean on
Saw me through my darkest days
When all hope had gone
You're still the only one
I'll ever hold near
And I love you
After all these years
Time from me passes on
And I'm growing old
A lifetime nearly gone
I cannot unfold
Nights dark and cold
But warm is your hand in mine
Feeble with aimless time
The light of love still shines
After all these years
Your soft assuring ways
The rock I lean on
Saw me through my darkest days
When all hope had gone
You’re still the only one
I'll ever hold near
And I love you
After all these years
I still love you
After all these years.
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Music by Ernest Ball, with lyrics by Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morn in Spring,
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they’ll steal your heart away.
Yes, when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they’ll steal your heart
away.
Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That’s An Irish Lullaby)
Written by James Royce Shannon
Over in Killarney, many years ago
Me Mother sang a song to me
in tones so sweet and low,
Just a simple little ditty,
with her good ould Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now, don't you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.
Oft, in dreams I wander
To that cot
All over again,
I feel her arms a huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a hummin’
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me
Fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now, don't you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.