they sell four leaf clovers in antrim
and in dublin too
but my four leaf clover
just has to be you .
lepechauns are lucky
or so i've been told
but with you at the end of my rainbow
i've already found my pot of gold .
so i lay on my pillow
looking out over the sea
kissing your picture
wishing you could share this with me .
on a whispering wind
i send kisses to please
praying they'll carry
to you on the breeze .
i listen tour our song
and as i play the cd
i imagine me holding you
as you dance with me .
soon i'm dreaming of moonlight
and of things yet to be
the bright pole star is shining
and i feel you close to me .
i lift you in my arms
from heaven you're sent
rest in my arms my angel
and i'll be content .
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