Laura Lee - Matt Costa

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

Sits under the chestnut tree

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

Whispers every word she speaks

Dark braided hair, Laura Lee

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

An orphan in the hands of faith

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

Take this cloak and walk with me

Cover your feathers, Laura Lee

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

I loved her and I set her free

Laura Lee, Laura Lee

If you see her tell her hello for me

I think on her often, Laura Lee