LADY MARY



He came from his palace grand

He came to my cottage door

His words were few but his looks

Will linger for ever more

The look in his sad dark eyes

More tender than words could be

But I was nothing to him

And he was the world to me



There in her garden she stands

All dressed in fine satin and lace

Lady mary so cold and so strange

Who finds in her heart no place

He knew I would be his bride

With a kiss for a lifetime fee

But I was nothing to him

And he was the world to me

And now in his palace grand

on a flower strewn bed he lies

His beautiful lids are closed

Over his sad dark eyes

And among the mourners who mourn

Why should I a mourner be

When I was nothing to him

And he was the world to me



And how will it be with our souls

When we meet in that spirit land

What the human heart ne'er knows

Will the spirit then understand

Or in some celestial form

Will our sorrows repeated be

Will I still be nothing to him

Though he is the world to me



@love @death

recorded by Joan Baez and by Barton & Para

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