It Was Beautiful - The Gothard Sisters

A group of men sat ‘round the fire,

telling old tales 'til the midnight hour

Along came a stumbling little girl,

dancing around with a smile

Her ma came running fast in her wake,

sorry kind sirs for that headache

The group of men then a plea did make — please don’t take her away

We thought it was beautiful

We thought it was beautiful

We thought it was beautiful

Walking through an ancient space,

young lads say what is this place?

Fading light through windows cold,

the whole thing seems too old

But a woman there, she seems so wise,

with a nice young face and lovin' brown eyes

Lads don’t like the ancient place — but she goes there everyday

She thinks it is beautiful

She thinks it is beautiful

She thinks it is beautiful

She thinks it is beautiful

She thinks it is beautiful

Climbing down from the mountains high,

Danny’s father gave a tired sigh

Well me boy, that’s it I’m done,

sweating all day in the sun

The mountain’s never worth the pain,

climbing all day and with what gain?

His little son then a sound did make — and Danny he did say

I thought it was beautiful

I thought it was beautiful

I thought it was beautiful

I thought it was beautiful

I thought it was beautiful

I thought it was beautiful

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