Margie Butler My Lady
There is a harp of legend, crafted by a master's hand.
That harp is called My lady, she's the finest in the
land.
Her voice is bright as sunlight, on a laughing summer
stream.
Her spell is woven in the threads, of all our fondest
dreams.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady
With a voice so rich and sweet.
Win, win, win, My Lady
Every heart you meet!
My Lady travels by my side, where ever I may go.
In summer or in winter, never minding rain nor snow.
She charms the lords and ladies, we meet along the way,
And helps to make me welcome, every place I choose to
stay.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady
With a voice so rich and sweet.
Win, win, win, My Lady
Every heart you meet!
My Lady has a partner now, as like as twins can be,
Bought to celebrate the joyous day, my love was joined
to me!
We'll play them by the firelight, every night before we
sleep.
Each song will help us treasure, all the memories that
we keep.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady
With a voice so rich and sweet.
Win, win, win, My Lady
Every heart you meet!
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady
Wile the summer day is long
Win, win, win, My Lady
Play your sweet true lovers' song.
