Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote May the winds of fortune smile on you May your days be filled with love May angels sing you to Paradise When God calls you from above May your sins be forgiven As the gates open wide Your soul forever free As God calls you to his side May the green grass of Ireland And the shamrocks growing there And the faces of your loved ones Be with you everywhere May you always remember her Though now you must part This wonderful spot…this Ireland Always keep her in your heart Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved) ------ Grandma Bea

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