Tall As My Lucky Star

[Verse 1]
He ducks through the doorway
Head to the beam
Six foot five
Like a tree in spring
Those bright blue eyes find me at the bar
Says my name and it melts my guard
[Chorus]
He’s tall as my lucky star
With those blue eyes
Soft and sharp
When his arms wrap ’round my heart
I don’t need the gold in a jar
I just want him
Tall as my lucky star
[Verse 2]
He laughs and the glasses tremble in kind
Hands like oars
But his touch is kind
Spins me slow on the worn wood floor
Suddenly I don’t feel small anymore
[Chorus]
He’s tall as my lucky star
With those blue eyes
Soft and sharp
When his arms wrap ’round my heart
I don’t need the gold in a jar
I just want him
Tall as my lucky star
[Bridge]
Some folks chase charm to the far-off coasts
Four-leaf fields and old-school ghosts
I just raise my glass where we are (sláinte, my love)
To the man who turns this little pub
Into my whole wide world
[Chorus]
He’s tall as my lucky star
With those blue eyes
Soft and sharp
When his arms wrap ’round my heart
I don’t need the gold in a jar
I just want him
Tall as my lucky star

Gentle Irish pub ballad, female vocals; lilting fiddle and soft tin whistle over warm acoustic guitar and upright bass. Brushes on a snare and light bodhrán give a swaying sway. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, chorus opens with harmonies from a small room of friends, final refrain drops to near a cappella before the band eases back in., soft, happy