There's a special place in heaven,

That's delightful to behold,

Though it has no ivory palaces,

Nor any mansions made of gold.

 

It is jewel like in its essence,

With its sparkle and its sheen,

Its facets twinkle in the sunlight,

And it's like an awesome dream.

 

When God designed this wondrous site,

He had certain folks in mind,

Thus it had to be distinctive,

For they were a most distinctive kind.

 

 While God does not play favorites,

It is a well known fact

He's always loved the Irish,

And the way the Irish act.

 

Now, the Irish are a droll lot,

And they've been known to drink a bit

But they're sober about Ireland,

And no way would they leave it.

 

So when Irishmen succumb,

And it's time to fetch them home,

The angels have a turr-ible time,

And they tug and pull and groan.

 

God, being sympathetic,

Fully understands their plight,

God knows Irishmen and angels

Should never, ever fight.

 

Then He took some thatch from Irish roofs,

And cobble stones from Irish streets,

Green grass from Irish hillsides,

And radiance from Irish cheeks.

 

He put them all together,

Inside a wall of emerald stones,

Then hung a sign upon its gate,

That read," IRISH! WELCOME HOME!"

 

So now when weary Irishmen

See angels coming for them,

They don't fuss; they know they're going home

To their Ireland in heaven.

 

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis