IRISH BLESSINGS



May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back,
The sun shine warm upon your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May the Lord hold you in the hollow of His hand.


May soft be the grass you walk on,
May fair be the skies above you,
May true be the joys that surround you,
May dear be the hearts that love you.


May the sun find you smiling each morning,
May a twinkle be found in your eyes.
May there be in your heart a sweet melody,
May each day hold a happy surprise.
May you walk down life's road with companions,
May you always have health and good cheer.
May the luck of the Irish be with you
Throughout every day of the year.


May you always have work for your hands to do,
May your pockets hold always a coin or two,
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane,
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain,
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.


May you always find blue skies above your head,
Shamrocks beneath your feet,
Laughter and joy aplenty,
Kindness from all you meet,
Good friends and kin to miss you
if ever you choose to roam,
And a path that's been cleared by the angels themselves
To carry you safely home.


Hope your day rings with laughter
Hope your heart brims with cheer,
And your share of good luck flows,
As a wee bit of fun fills your year.
When a leprechaun hides his gold
Don't you shed nary a tear.
And your joy, like a shamrock,
Will grow and grow to endear.


These things I warmly wish for you
Someone to love
Some work to do
A bit o' sun, a bit o' cheer
And a guardian angel always near.


May the good saints preserve you
And bless you today
And may trouble ignore you
Each step of the way.


May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now
And bless you evermore.


May good luck be your friend
In whatever you do
And may trouble be always
A stranger to you.


May the saints protect ye,
And sorrow neglect ye,
And bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect ye,
T'all that belong to ye,
And long life t'yer honor,
That's the end of my song t'ye!



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