As we met it was St. Patrick4s Day. and we were talking 4til late .

As you smiled at me, my love, it was the smile of fate.



You4re the lady of my life, you4re my sweet caileen.

You4re old Erin4s rose, my love, you4re my Celtic Queen.



Now I miss your tender hands, your loving arms to hold me.

I miss you laugh at me, my love, it makes my life a bit more easy.



You4re the lady of my life, you4re my sweet caileen.

You4re old Erin4s rose, my love, you4re my Celtic Queen.



As I look through the photographs, combine them with my memories,

I can see you stepping down, my love, the Connemara alleys.



You4re the lady of my life, you4re my sweet caileen.

You4re old Erin4s rose, my love, you4re my Celtic Queen.



You4re the song of the lark in the morning, the mockingbird4s tale in the day,

The sparrow4s lamentation in the afternoon, and even the nightingale4s tune.



You4re the lady of my life, you4re my sweet caileen.

You4re old Erin4s rose, my love, you4re my Celtic Queen.



Now I miss your tender hands, I cannot see your charms.

Never, never again my love will I hold you in my arms.



You4re the lady of my life, you4re my sweet caileen.

You4re old Erin4s rose, my love, you4re my Celtic Queen.