Lady Mary
Joan Baez
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Intro :A
He cAame from his pE7alace granAd he came to my cE7ottage dAoor
His words were fE7ew but his lAooks Will linger for eE7vermoAre
The lDook in his sad dark eAyes more tDender than words could bAe
But I was nE7othing to hAim and he was the wE7orld to mAe.
There iAn her gE7arden she sAtands all dressed in fine sE7atin and lAace
Lady Mary so cE7old and so sAtrange who finds in his hE7eart no pAlace.
He kDnew I would be his bAride with a kDiss for a lifetime fAee
But I was nE7othing to hAim and he was the wE7orld to mAe.
NAow in his pE7alace graAnd on a flower strewn bE7ed he lAies
His beautiful lE7ids are cAlosed on his sad dark bE7eautiful eAyes
And aDmong the mourners who mAourn why sDhould I a mourner bAe
For I was nE7othing to hAim and he was the wE7orld to mAe. D A