Letra de Lady Mary (with Bobby Richards and His Orchestra) (Stereo; 2009 Remaster)
He came from his palace grand; He came to my cottage door; His words were few, but his look Will linger for evermore, The look in his sad, dark eyes, More tender than words could be. But I was nothing to him, And he was the world to me.There in her garden she stands, All dressed in fine satin and lace, Lady Mary, so cold and so strange; In his heart she could find no place. He knew I would be his bride, With a kiss for a lifetime fee. But I was nothing to him, And he was the world to me.Now in his palace grand, On a flower-strewn bed he lies. His beautiful lids are closed On his sad, dark, beautiful eyes. And among the mourners who mourn, Why should I a mourner be? For I was nothing to him, And he was the world to me.For I was nothing to him, And he was the world to me.