Angel of the Emerald Isle

The streets of Ireland hold many a tale
And I'm going to tell you just one
So close your eyes, listen within
And you just might believe when I'm done

The fog would roll in on the eve of December 24th
And an angel wings white as snow
Would appear leaving gifts for the poor

And they called her and they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle
Oh they called her yes they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle

On each doorstep lay heavenly things
Sweet treasures to have and to hold
Beneath the clothing lay hope and joy
With pots full of silver and Gold

And they called her and they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle
Oh they called her yes they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle

T'was a night the Fog rolled in so Doubly dark
I felt her wing brush softly 'cross my Irish Heart

And they called her yes they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle
Oh they called her yes they called her
Angel of the Emerald Isle
Angel of the Emerald Isle



Credits
Writer(s): Clare Mary Cunningham, Patrick J Manus
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