Sanoja: Gaelic Storm. She Was The Prize.

I've lived a long life
And now I'm looking back
It's the end of the road
The last stop on the track
And I smile as think of my true love once more
The light of my life
The one I adore

she...she was the prize
the prettiest girl with the loveliest eyes
she...she was the prize
shiny black hair and those lovely... those a lovely brown eyes

i met her one night at the harvest fair dance
i longed for a whisper, i hoped for a glance
then she turned and she smiled and i melted away
and i knew i'd be with her 'till my dying day

she...she was the prize
the prettiest girl with the loveliest eyes
she...she was the prize
shiny black hair and those lovely... ah those a lovely brown eyes

we lay on the cliffs
and we walked hand in hand
we threw stones at the waves
we drew hearts in the sand
with out warning clouds rolled in and blackened the sun
and when they rolled out
my light she was gone

she...she was the prize
the prettiest girl with the lovliest eyes
she...she was the prize
shiny black hair and those lovely... those a lovely brown eyes



i've shed all my tears
and i've said my goodbyes
now i lay myself down
where my pretty girl lies
and when i awake i'll be on earth no more
i'll be dancing a jig with the girl i adore

she...she was the prize
the prettiest girl with the lovliest eyes
she...she was the prize
shiny black hair and those lovely... those a lovely brown eyes