The Prize

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