Marcy's Song - Jackson C. Frank

Well she, she’s just a picture

Who lives on my wall

Well she, she’s just a picture

And the reason, reason, reason it is so small

With a smile so inviting and a body so tall

She, she’s just a picture

Just a picture, that’s all

Well you stand there, stand there with the nightshade

Her dripping ripping down your hands

And you ask me, ask me about the lightning

And the lady, lady, lady she understands

It’s a dream for the future and the water for the sands

And the strangeness is wandering

Through many foreign lands

I’d give you, give you quite freely

All the clothes of your gipsy fate

And I’d suffer, suffer so long in prison

If I knew you had to wait

With the wind scouring sandstone

And the ashes in your grate

Somewhere no devil Emperor

The great whale’s gone

The holy plate

And this caravan it becomes an altar

And the priests, the priests are big as none

And I’ll share, share our time together

Until our time together is done

But your skin it was so pretty

And I loved, I loved another one

Now she, she’s just like some picture

That has faded in the sun

Well she, she’s just a picture

Who lives on my wall

Well she, she’s just a picture

And the reason, reason, reason is so small

With a smile so inviting and a body so tall

Well she, she’s just a picture

Just a picture, that’s all

Just a picture, that’s all