Intro :
He c ame from his p alace gran d he came to my c ottage d oor
His words were f ew but his l ooks Will linger for e vermo re
The l ook in his sad dark e yes more t ender than words could b e
But I was n othing to h im and he was the w orld to m e.
There i n her g arden she s tands all dressed in fine s atin and l ace
Lady Mary so c old and so s trange who finds in his h eart no p lace.
He k new I would be his b ride with a k iss for a lifetime f ee
But I was n othing to h im and he was the w orld to m e.
N ow in his p alace gra nd on a flower strewn b ed he l ies
His beautiful l ids are c losed on his sad dark b eautiful e yes
And a mong the mourners who m ourn why s hould I a mourner b e
For I was n othing to h im and he was the w orld to m e.