Marcy's Song

Well, she is just a picture

Who lives on my wall

Well, she is just a picture

And the reason is so small

With a smile so inviting

And a body so tall

She is just a picture

Just a picture, that's all

Lucinda with the nightshade

Her drippin', rippin' down your hands

And you ask me about the lighting

And the lady, if she understands

It's a dream for the future

And the water for the sons

And the strangeness is wondering

Through many calling hand

I'd give you, give you quite freely

In the close of your gypsy face

And I'd suffer so long in prison

If I knew you'd hide away

With the wind scoring sandstone

And the ashes in your grain

Somewhere no devil ever grew

The great ones going to holy place

And this caravan becomes an altar

And the priests are as big as known

And I'll share our time together

Until time is done

But your skin was so pretty

And I loved another one

Knowing she is just some picture

That has faded in the sun

Well, she is just a picture

Who lives on my wall

Well, she is just a picture

And the reason is so small

With a smile so inviting

And a body so tall

She is just a picture

Just a picture, that's all

Just a picture, that's all