Marion Amidst the Roses - Janis Ian

When I am old and weary

Who’ll be there to sing?

When I am tired and bleary-eyed

Who’ll be there to bring me home?

I take a chill in the winter

And I spend my summers

In Normandy

We have always stayed the summer there

With Marion, who brings us tea and roses

And a memory of love no one supposes

Amidst the roses

Where are my knights and passions?

Nothing left to say

And now my life’s spent, fashioned

Out among the courtships and the grave

Between the flowers of mourning

And the chill of evening

In Normandy

It has always seemed like summer there

And Marion, who brings me tea and roses

In a memory of lust no one supposes

Amidst the roses