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 To Tabi's Irish Blessings  *Irish* Thanks To Diane for making me this!  AS SPRING ARRIVES, THE EARTH TURNS GREEN JUST AS THE EMERALD ISLE SO EVERYONE, AROUND THE WORLD, CAN BE IRISH FOR A WHILE.
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish... You’re lucky enough!
May your pockets be heavy— Your heart be light, And may good luck pursue you Each morning and night. May you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows your dead. AM IRISH PRAYER May God give you... For every storm, a rainbow, For every tear, a smile, For every care, a promise, And a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, A faithful friend to share, For every sigh, a sweet song, And an answer for each prayer.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there... I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow... I am the diamond glints on snow... I am the sunlight on ripened grain... I am the gentle autumn rain. When you waken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight... I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry— I am not there... I did not die...
An Old Irish Blessing May love and laughter light your days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures. May all life's passing seasons bring the best to you and yours!
May those who love us love us. And those that don't love us, May God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, May he turn their ankles, So we'll know them by their limping.
Always remember to forget The things that made you sad. But never forget to remember The things that made you glad. For each petal on the shamrock This brings a wish your way, Good health, good luck, and happiness For today and every day. Christ be with me, Christ be within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger Christ in hearts of all that love me Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. (FROM THE BREASTPLATE OF SAINT PATRICK) May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty May your home be filled with laughter May your pockets be filled with gold And may you have all the happiness Your Irish heart can hold. How sweetly lies old Ireland Emerald green beyond the foam, Awakening sweet memories Calling the heart back home May you have all the happiness And luck that life can hold- And at the end of your rainbows May you find a pot of gold. A BLESSING FOR YOU AND YOURS May the grace of God’s protection And His great love abide Within your home-within the hearts Of all who dwell inside Whenever I dream, It seems I dream Of Erin’s rolling hills- Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes And little babbling rills- I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh Across a meadow fair And in my dreams its almost seems To me that I am there- O, Ireland! O’, Ireland! We’re Never far apart For you and all your beauty Fill my mind and touch my heart. May the love and protection Saint Patrick can give Be yours in abundance As long as you live. May the saint protect ye- An’ sorrow neglect ye, An’ bad luck to the one That doesn’t respect ye t’ all that belong to ye, An long life t’ yer honor- That’s the end of my song t’ ye! Hills as green as emeralds Cover the countryside Lakes as blue as sapphires- And Ireland’s special pride And rivers that shine like silver Make Ireland look so fair- But the friendliness of her people Is the richest treasure there. Ireland, it's the one place on earth That heaven has kissed With melody, mirth, And meadow and mist. May God grant you always... A sunbeam to warm you, A moonbeam to charm you, A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you. There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish, and those who wish they were. May you be poor in misfortune, Rich in blessings, Slow to make enemies, And quick to make friends. But rich or poor, Quick or slow, May you know nothing but happiness From this day forward May the Lord keep you in His hand And never close His fist too tight. Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But never forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. O, Ireland isn’t it grand you look- Like a bride in her rich adornin’ And with all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top o’ the mornin’.
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