Mary Skeffington, close your eyes
And make 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 had, you'll get by
You've always been a lady, hold your head up high
Look back on your home where you spent the best years of your life
Remember the man who asked you if you would be his wife |
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