Not the One - Celtic Thunder, Paul Byrom

She is young, and oh!

So pretty,

With a twinkle in her eye

And just the kind of features

To make a young man sigh.

She is sweet and she is sunny,

Just like a morn in May,

She’s just the kind of creature

Who could steal your heart away.

But she’s not the one that’s meant for me,

The one that Heaven sent for me.

I know, although I haven’t found her yet,

She’s not the one, she’s not the one.

She’s not the one that I’ll care for,

The one I’ll always be there for.

Don’t ask the why or the wherefore

I know…

She’s not the one.

She’s not the one.

(Final) Don’t ask the why or the wherefore

I know…

She’s not the one.

She’s not the one for me.

Can her smile light up the morning?

Can her laughter lift the night?

Can she hold you when you’re troubled

And make everything alright?

Can she fill each waking moment?

Who knows?

Perhaps she can.

And yes, I realize

She’d be a prize for any man.