Sweet Lady Mary - Faces

sweet lady Mary has to rest her poor head

wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed

I tried to help her but I did not know how

I tried to love her but it’s all over now

nothing left to comfort me, except a sunny day

steal away, steal away

over the stones along the dusty old road

with every footstep one more tale is told

with every turning one more side to see

sweet lady Mary’s seen the last of me

a lesson is learnt, I’ll never come this way again

I’ll steal away, steal away

her Spanish habits are so hard to forget

the lady lied with every breath I accept

was a matter of time before my face did not fit

I knew all along I’d have to quit

anyway now, I better not waste anymore of your time

I’ll steal away, steal away

I think I’ll go back home and start all again

where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain

and on a new day when I’ve mended the wound

sweet lady Mary’s gate I swear I’ll be bound

but before I sit down again and waste anymore of your time

I better steal away, steal away

steal away-ay