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