A [Verse 1]A E7 A E7 A He came from his palace grand, he came to my cottage doorE7 A E7 A His words were few but his looks, Will linger for evermoreD A D A The look in his sad dark eyes more tender than words could beE7 A E7 A But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.[Verse 2]A E7 A E7 A There in her garden she stands all dressed in fine satin and laceE7 A E7 A Lady Mary so cold and so strange who finds in his heart no place.D A D A He knew I would be his bride, with a kiss for a lifetime feeE7 A E7 A But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me. [Verse 3]A E7 A E7 A Now in his palace grand on a flower strewn bed he liesE7 A E7 A His beautiful lids are closed on his sad dark beautiful eyesD A D A And among the mourners who mourn why should I a mourner beE7 A E7 A D A For I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.
Lady Mary
Joan Baez
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- D
- E7
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Tom:
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- D
- E7