By the power that Christ brought from heaven, mayst thou love me. As the sun follows its course, mayst thou follow me. As light to the eye, as bread to the hungry, as joy to the heart, may thy presence be with me, oh one that I love, ’til death comes to part us asunder. […]
May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.
Now sweetly lies old Ireland Emerald green beyond the foam, Awakening sweet memories, Calling the heart back home.
May your doctor never earn a dollar out of you, May your heart never give out, May the ten toes of your feet steer you clear of misfortune. And before you’re much older, May you hear much better blessings than this.
When Irish eyes are smiling, Tis like a morn in spring. With a lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing When Irish hearts are happy All the world is bright and gay When Irish eyes are smiling Sure, they steal your heart away.
May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow. May the soft winds freshen your spirit. May the sunshine brighten your heart May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you. And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
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 […]
May you always be blessed with walls for the wind, a roof for the rain, a warm cup of tea by the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you, and all that your heart might desire.
May your heart be light and happy, May your smile be big and wide, And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!
May those that 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. My comment: this Irish drinking toast puts God in an awkward posture, doesn’t it?
A heavy purse makes a light heart
Soft words butter no parsnips but they won’t harden the heart of the cabbage either
The heavier the purse, the lighter the heart
What is nearest the heart is nearest the mouth