Pinwheel of Death

Ernest R. Ball


SONGS

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Writers Ernest R. Ball, J. Keirn Brennan

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1945

Lyrics IS THE STRUGGLE AND STRIFE WE FIND IN THIS LIFE
REALLY WORTH WHILE AFTER ALL
I'VE BEEN WISHING TODAY I COULD JUST RUN AWAY
OUT WHERE THE WEST WINDS CALL

WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU A PAL GOOD AND TRUE
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND GO AND FIND
SOME PLACE THAT'S KNOWN TO GOD ALONE
JUST A SPOT TO CALL OUR OWN
WE'LL FIND PERFECT PEACE WHERE JOYS NEVER CEASE
OUT THERE BENEATH A KINDLY SKY
WE'LL BUILD A SWEET LITTLE NEST SOMEWHERE IN THE WEST
AND LET THE REST OF THE WORLD GO BY

IS THE FUTURE TO HOLD JUST STRUGGLES FOR GOLD
WHILE THE REAL WORLD WAITS OUTSIDE
AWAY OUT ON THE BREAST OF THE WONDERFUL WEST
ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE

WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU A PAL GOOD AND TRUE
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND GO AND FIND
SOME PLACE THAT'S KNOWN TO GOD ALONE
JUST A SPOT TO CALL OUR OWN
WE'LL FIND PERFECT PEACE WHERE JOYS NEVER CEASE
OUT THERE BENEATH A KINDLY SKY
WE'LL BUILD A SWEET LITTLE NEST SOMEWHERE IN THE WEST
AND LET THE REST OF THE WORLD GO BY
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Writers Ernest R. Ball, George Graff Jr., Chauncey Olcott

Genres Standard, Ballad, Choral, Seasons

Recorded 1960

Lyrics verse 1:
THERE'S A TEAR IN YOUR EYE,
AND I'M WONDERING WHY,
FOR IT NEVER SHOULD BE THERE
AT ALL.
WITH SUCH POW'R IN YOUR SMILE,
SURE A STONE YOU'D BEGUILE,
SO THERE'S NEVER A TEARDROP
SHOULD FALL.
WHEN YOUR SWEET LILTING LAUGHTER'S
LIKE SOME FAIRY SONG,
AND YOUR EYES TWINKLE BRIGHT
AS CAN BE
YOU SHOULD LAUGH ALL THE WHILE
AND ALL OTHER TIMES SMILE,
AND NOW SMILE A SMILE FOR ME.

Chorus:
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
SURE IT'S LIKE A MORN IN SPRING.
IN THE LILT OF IRISH LAUGHTER
YOU CAN HEAR THE ANGELS SING.
WHEN IRISH HEARTS ARE HAPPY,
ALL THE WORLD SEEMS BRIGHT
AND GAY
AND WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING,
SURE THEY STEAL YOUR HEART AWAY.

verse 2:
FOR YOUR SMILE IS A PART
OF THE LOVE IN YOUR HEART,
AND IT MAKES EVEN SUNSHINE
MORE BRIGHT.
LIKE THE LINET'S SWEET SONG,
CROONING ALL DAY LONG,
COMES YOUR LAUGHTER
SO TENDER AND LIGHT.
FOR THE SPRINGTIME OF LIFE
IS THE SWEETEST OF ALL,
THERE IS NE'ER
A REAL CARE
OR REGRET
AND WHILE SPRINGTIME IS OURS
THROUGHOUT ALL OF YOUTH'S HOURS,
LET US SMILE EACH CHANCE WE GET.

Chorus:
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
SURE IT'S LIKE A MORN IN SPRING.
IN THE LILT OF IRISH LAUGHTER
YOU CAN HEAR THE ANGELS SING.
WHEN IRISH HEARTS ARE HAPPY,
ALL THE WORLD SEEMS BRIGHT
AND GAY
AND WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING,
SURE THEY STEAL YOUR HEART AWAY.
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Writers Ernest R. Ball, J.J. Walker

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1976

Lyrics NOW IN THE SUMMER OF LIFE,
SWEETHEART,
YOU SAY YOU LOVE BUT ME,
GLADLY I GIVE ALL MY HEART
TO YOU,
THROBBING WITH ECSTASY.
BUT LAST NIGHT
I SAW WHILE A-DREAMING,
THE FUTURE OLD AND GRAY,
AND I WONDERED
IF YOU'LL LOVE ME THEN DEAR,
JUST AS YOU DO TODAY?

YOU SAY THE GLOW ON MY CHEEK,
SWEETHEART,
IS LIKE THE ROSE SO SWEET,
BUT WHEN THE BLOOM
OF FAIR YOUTH HAS FLOWN,
THEN WILL OUR LIPS STILL MEET?
WHEN LIFE'S SETTING SUN
FADES AWAY, DEAR,
AND ALL IS SAID AND DONE,
WILL YOUR ARMS STILL ENTWINE
AND CARESS ME,
WILL OUR HEARTS BEAT AS ONE?

WILL YOU LOVE ME IN THE DECEMBER
AS YOU DO IN MAY,
WILL YOU LOVE ME
IN THE GOOD OLD FASHIONED WAY?
WHEN MY HAIR
HAS TURNED ALL GRAY,
WILL YOU KISS ME THEN AND SAY,
THAT YOU LOVE ME IN DECEMBER
AS YOU DO IN MAY?