The Luck of the Irish

With the luck of the Irish, Saint Paddy's day stylish,
emerald green locket and rings.
she met with her laddie with blessings from daddy,
and strolled to the pub for a drink.

Sweet talk and dancing then dinner out fancy,
then a walk to the park,under stars.
overlooking the ocean were she'd kiss him and hold him,
feeling the love in her heart.

They'd only been courting three months and two days,
this date would make it day three.
but tonight it felt different when he hugged her and kissed her,
then he bent down and got on one knee.

My sweet bonnie lass love,I love you so much,
such is the thoughts in my mind.
I beg and beseech you to make my dreams true,
and honor me by being my wife.

The ring that he held,shined like stars that just fell,
heart melting deep she said yes.
now seven years later with love so much greater,
the seventeenth greens still the best.

for why have a pinch of luck,when you can have love,
diamonds shine bright against green.
and the luck of the Irish is not in the Iris,
but whats in his heart that he sees.