My Lord

My Lord
My lord! Even old aunty here today
black dress, darkest of shades and she looks great
sweet scent, lilies and iris, it’s my day
as I’ve got a date who will not be late

My Lord! Before your priest
I find myself
sweet song, moving my soul in
it’s embrace
so long, old single days fare you well
as I’ve got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight
I need a coin
how sweet the sound of his
deep voice
I think he’s here to lead the way
I feel so light
let’s start my dance my darling,
swing with style
My lord! Even old aunty here today
black dress, darkest of shades and
she looks great
sweet scent, lilies and iris, it’s my day
as I’ve got a date who will not be late
My Lord! Glad that my make-up doesn’t fade
he comes riding the ferry ‘cross
the lake
Care on, I will be walking to my fate
as I’ve got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight.
I need a coin.
how sweet the sound of his
deep voice.

I think he’s here to lead the way
I see the light
let’s start my dance macabre,
swing your scythe.