The Prize Songtext
von Darrell Mansfield

May my eyes be your eyes
So I won′t go blind
If your hands touch my hands
Then I could be kind
If my ways were your ways
Then I won't depart
And this song I′m singin'
Comes straight from my heart

I long for the day
When we meet face to face
And your eyes a sight to behold
I long for the time
When we toast with new wine
And I'll never, no never, grow old


If my will was your will
Then I would be wise
Yes to run for, well, my life
So I′d win the prize
Well I guess what I′m sayin'
Is an old hand me down
But I love you, yes and I need you
So I won′t tumble down

I long for the day
When we meet face to face
And your eyes a sight to behold
I long for the time
When we toast with new wine
And I'll never, no never, grow old

I long for the day
When we meet face to face
And your eyes a sight to behold
I long for the time
When we toast with new wine
And I′ll never, no never, grow old

I long for the time
When we toast with new wine
Yes and your eyes a sight
And your eyes, yes a sight, Lord
And your eyes a sight to behold
Yes and your eyes a sight to behold


May my eyes be your eyes
May my hands touch your hands
My Lord