Today is St. Patrick's Day. I am wearing my too cute kelly green shoes. I am ready. Also after work I will be going to my friend Krystal's baby's bday party. Sweet Jorja, she will be one year old. This morning I got in the car and guess what song was playing? Why Georgia on My Mind of course! And it made my already good morning even better.
So I''m wearing my green, no lepruchans will be pinching this girl today.
Here is a song for Jorja:
Happy Birthday from Ireland
On St. Patrick's Day, I was born.
America my home, my heritage unknown.
T'was two years ago on a musical journey
I found Ireland on the wings of a note.
America my home, my heritage unknown.
T'was two years ago on a musical journey
I found Ireland on the wings of a note.
O Ireland, how I long for your valleys and mountains!My Da played the tunes on squeezebox and fiddle.
How I long to see your hills and streams.
From my home 'cross the ocean, I hear your voice singing,
"Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!
La la laa, la di la laa, la laa di la la
Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!"
And the songs they were tuned to the harp in my soul.
St Paddy, ye never told me that I was Irish.
'Till I heard your voice singing, bringing me home.
Now two years have passed and Ireland sings with me.
In every song that flows from my voice and from harp.
But I see your eyes smiling and your arms wide open.
From the way your children open their hearths and their hearts.
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