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"Lady Mary Sails Lyrics"
If We Try Lyrics
I've been livin' memories lost in the warm of your smile Driftin' through the dreams we used to share Thinkin' 'bout the times we spent in love without a care And wishin' you were there
THE LADY MARY SAILS
And what will I wear when the Mary sails?
A dress as red as red can be.
I'll think of him when the Mary sails,
And she takes him far away from me.
A week and a month and a year go by;
The stars go traveling 'round the sky.
Won't weep, won't hear me cry,
When the Lady Mary sails.
And what will I wear when the corn's to cut?
His old brown brit
I'll think of him when the corn's to cut
And the geese are crying on the wing.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when the baby's born?
His old white shirt to give me ease.
I'll think of him when the baby's born,
Whose daddy's gone to sail the seas.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when the Mary comes?
A widow's veils and a widow's black.
I'll think of him when the Mary
The man who won't be coming back.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when his stone's to set?
Some ribbons off my wedding dress.
I'll think of him when his stone's to set:
It's one man more and one man less.
CHORUS
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Words and music by Goodenough and Muir, copyright BMI.
Recorded by Ann Mayo Muir on "So Goes My Heart," FS
1985.
"I can't imagine a more lonely life than that of a woman married
to a seafaring man, especially in the old days. She often had to
endure years of separation, raising her children alone, while
waiting for the day the returned - if he returned at all. Judy
Goodenough's lyric describes a rare, stoic acceptance of this
plight." - AMM
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I've been livin' memories lost in the warm of your smile Driftin' through the dreams we used to share Thinkin' 'bout the times we spent in love without a care And wishin' you were there
THE LADY MARY SAILS
And what will I wear when the Mary sails?
A dress as red as red can be.
I'll think of him when the Mary sails,
And she takes him far away from me.
A week and a month and a year go by;
The stars go traveling 'round the sky.
Won't weep, won't hear me cry,
When the Lady Mary sails.
And what will I wear when the corn's to cut?
His old brown brit
A Last Farewell Lyrics
My last second and angel came time has come to say goodbye a coldness began to creep inside we must leave before the night tears started to fall like autumn leaves now it's time to go [Chorus] A
ches, tied with a string.My last second and angel came time has come to say goodbye a coldness began to creep inside we must leave before the night tears started to fall like autumn leaves now it's time to go [Chorus] A
I'll think of him when the corn's to cut
And the geese are crying on the wing.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when the baby's born?
His old white shirt to give me ease.
I'll think of him when the baby's born,
Whose daddy's gone to sail the seas.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when the Mary comes?
A widow's veils and a widow's black.
I'll think of him when the Mary
Folk Bits Lyrics
Folk r farliga, dom bits. Sj, visste du det? Mina grannar bits, den dr krringen med. hon som sitter mittemot mej p tunnelbanan bits som fan. Folk bits, folk bits. Folk bits, folk bits. <
omes:Folk r farliga, dom bits. Sj, visste du det? Mina grannar bits, den dr krringen med. hon som sitter mittemot mej p tunnelbanan bits som fan. Folk bits, folk bits. Folk bits, folk bits. <
The man who won't be coming back.
CHORUS
And what will I wear when his stone's to set?
Some ribbons off my wedding dress.
I'll think of him when his stone's to set:
It's one man more and one man less.
CHORUS
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Words and music by Goodenough and Muir, copyright BMI.
Recorded by Ann Mayo Muir on "So Goes My Heart," FS
Killa Ova Nuttin Lyrics
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that, hell... Yo! I'm a killa Cap peela Other bitche
-99 copyrightYeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that, hell... Yo! I'm a killa Cap peela Other bitche
1985.
"I can't imagine a more lonely life than that of a woman married
to a seafaring man, especially in the old days. She often had to
endure years of separation, raising her children alone, while
waiting for the day the returned - if he returned at all. Judy
Goodenough's lyric describes a rare, stoic acceptance of this
plight." - AMM
@sailor @marriage
filename[ MARYSAIL
DC
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY