You are my sweet leprechaun
even though no one can see
you hide among the shamrocks
just waiting there for me
Maybe St. Patrick sent you
how lucky can I be
to have you for my dearest friend
and that you love just me
Your green eyes are my weakness
they mesmerize me still
I tremble at your tender touch
and follow your caring will
When I walk down the green path
amid the shamrocks I hear you say
Hi precious I'm waiting for you
to celebrate our St. Patricks Day








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