And Then It's Heaven
Harry James Lyrics


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There's a dear old land of leprechauns
And wondrous wishing wells
And nowhere else on God's green Earth
There be such lakes and dells

No wonder that the angels love
That shamrock covered shore
It draws my heart home again
And I love it more and more

Have you ever heard the story of
How Ireland got its name
Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand
From whence old Ireland came

No wonder that I love
That dear old land across the sea
For here's the way my dear old Father
Told the tale to me

Sure, a little bit of heaven fell
From out the sky one day
And it nestled on the ocean
In a spot so far away

And when the angels found it
Sure, it looked so sweet and fair
They said, "Suppose we leave it
For it looks so peaceful there"

So they sprinkled it with stardust
Just to make the shamrocks grow
'Tis the only place you'll find them
No matter where you go

Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand




And when they had it finished
Sure, they called it Ireland!

Overall Meaning

The song 'A Little Bit of Heaven' by Harry James and His Orchestra is a tribute to the beauty of Ireland, the country of the singer's ancestry. The lyrics express admiration for the land of leprechauns, lakes, hills, and wishing wells, which draws the heart of the singer towards it. The song also narrates an Irish myth about the origin of the name 'Ireland'. According to the story, a little piece of heaven fell from the sky and rested in a faraway spot in the ocean. The angels found it and decorated it with stardust and silver to make it bloom with shamrocks and grand lakes. This heavenly spot was then named 'Ireland'.


The lyrics of 'A Little Bit of Heaven' serve as a tribute to the beauty and culture of Ireland, evoking images of the green landscape and inviting waters that have entranced generations of people. The song speaks to the world about the simple yet awe-inspiring beauty of Ireland that has captured the hearts of so many visitors. The song's familiarity and comforting melody have made it a favorite among those who have longed to visit or have fond memories of the country.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a dear old land of leprechauns
There exists an old land where leprechauns inhabit


And wondrous wishing wells
And in this land, there are magical wells that grant wishes


And nowhere else on God's green Earth
There is no other place on Earth quite like this land


There be such lakes and dells
With such beautiful lakes and valleys


No wonder that the angels love
It is no surprise that even the angels adore


That shamrock covered shore
The land's shores are covered with shamrocks


It draws my heart home again
My heart finds comfort and home in this land


And I love it more and more
And my affection for it only grows stronger


Have you ever heard the story of
Are you familiar with the story of


How Ireland got its name
The origin of Ireland's name


Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand
Allow me to explain it to you in a way that makes sense


From whence old Ireland came
Where the ancient land of Ireland originated from


No wonder that I love
It is no surprise that I feel fondness for


That dear old land across the sea
The beloved old land that is across the ocean


For here's the way my dear old Father
This is how my beloved father


Told the tale to me
Shared the story with me


Sure, a little bit of heaven fell
A small piece of heaven descended


From out the sky one day
From the sky above one day


And it nestled on the ocean
And it settled itself upon the ocean


In a spot so far away
In a distant location


And when the angels found it
When the celestial beings discovered it


Sure, it looked so sweet and fair
It appeared so beautiful and lovely


They said, "Suppose we leave it
They suggested, "Why not leave it


For it looks so peaceful there"
Because it appears so serene and tranquil"


So they sprinkled it with stardust
Therefore, they sprinkled it with magical stardust


Just to make the shamrocks grow
So that the shamrocks could flourish


'Tis the only place you'll find them
It is the only location where the shamrocks grow


No matter where you go
Regardless of where you search


Then they dotted it with silver
Next, they dotted it with silver


To make its lakes so grand
To make its lakes splendid


And when they had it finished
Once they were done


Sure, they called it Ireland!
They named it Ireland!




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ERNEST R. BALL, J. KEIRN BRENNAN

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