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.