Short Staying Lyrics

Many are the jewels in my lady's crown
Many are we subjects lined up
As she is cast down
And I, a faithless unbeliever
Surprise myself to cry
To find my lady fallen here
This bright morning

I call out to her mother, I call out to her love
I call out to her father to come and take her on
And all the ladies gone before
Whose names I do not know But who bore my mother's brave and sweet
Old bright mornings

Go on, goodbye
Go on, goodbye
We are of this world short staying
We are of this world long gone

That I should write so sad a song
For my lady who so loved to laugh
The blue and white, the rising sun
This bright morning

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