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