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#1229 - Ireland Must be Heaven
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Composer:
Fred Fisher (1875-1942), 1916
Also known as:
Ireland Must Be Heaven, For My Mother Came From There
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Incipit
: 53213217215176651
Condensed Incipit
: 5321321721517651
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Lyrics:
I've often heard my daddy
speak of Ireland's lakes and dells,
The place must be like Heaven,
if it's half like what he tells;
There's roses fair and shamrocks there,
and laughing waters flow;
I have never seen that Isle of Green,
But there's one thing sure I know.
Ireland must be Heaven,
for an angel came from there,
I never knew a living soul
one half as sweet or fair,
For her eyes are like the starlight,
And the white clouds match her hair,
Sure Ireland must be Heaven,
for my mother came from there.
I've pictured in my fondest dreams
old Ireland's vales and rills,
I see a stairway to the sky,
formed by her verdant hills;
Each wave that's in the ocean blue
just loves to hug the shore,
So if Ireland isn't Heaven,
then sure, It must be right next door.
Ireland must be Heaven,
for an angel came from there,
I never knew a living soul
one half as sweet or fair,
For her eyes are like the starlight,
And the white clouds match her hair,
Sure Ireland must be Heaven,
for my mother came from there.
Joe McCarthy and
Howard E. Johnson
#1229 - Ireland Must be Heaven
#1234 - M-O-T-H-E-R
#1256 - Feather Your Nest
#1298 - When Mother Sings "Sweet and Low"
(1887-1941), 1916
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