You have a grin so wide
Bursting something inside
What do you have in mind?
Something for me to find?
What’s up your green felt sleeve?
You know I do believe
Your three leaf clover sings
What God’s redemption brings
I feel the luck today
May my turn come I pray
The chance I know is slim
But light is growing dim
I won’t let you forget
My prayer is still my bet
That God one day will shine
The luck of Irish mine.