Mary Skeffington, close your eyes

I may believe that you are just a girl again

Go to sleep tonight, dream of days

When you had something there to light the way



Remember a holiday in a north-of-England town

You slept in a room upstairs on a bed of eiderdown



Mary Skeffington, when you wake

You mustn't be afraid to face another day

Think of what you have, you'll get by

You've always been a lady so hold your head up high



Look back on a home where you spent the best years of your life

Remember the man who asked you if you would be his wife