The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Lady Mary

He came from his palace grand, He came to my cottage door
His words were few, but his looks will linger forever more

The look in his sad dark eyes, More tender than word could ever be,
But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me

There in her garden she stand All dressed in fine satin and lace, Lady Mary so cold and so strange, Who finds in his 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 O'er his sad dark beautiful eyes

And among the mourners who mourn, Why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him, But he was the world to me

Submitter comment:

This song comes from the Ozark Mts. as collected by Vance Randolph and May Kennedy.

Data entry tech comment:

Joan Baez's version.

Where learned: Joan Baez tape ; Ozark Mountains

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