THE IRISH MILLIONAIRE

Some folks think it’s a glorious thing

                To be a millionaire,

Tasting the pleasures that wealth can bring

                In a lifetime free from care.

But gold alone no more than stone

                Can make a man care free.

To really be a millionaire

                You will have to sing with me.

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          ( Chorus)

I’m an Irish Millionaire

                I’ve got a million dreams;

I’ve got the light of a million stars

                And the song of a million streams

I’ve got a million things to do

                That I wouldn’t ask one to share;

And a million wishes that might come true –

                I’m an Irish Millionaire

Some folk find life’s supreme delight

                In horses, dogs, or wine.

Others dream of a moonlight night

                On the Danube or the Rhine.

But an Irish lane and the sweet refrain

                Of the songbird’s morning call

Mean more to me – and I’ll always be

                The richest of them all.