For A Maid - Millionaire

Like a picture in a book

Peaceful is your look

Quietly walk your way

Duty fills the day

Tears nor fierce delights

Day nor tossing nights

And your troubled dreams confess

Something more or less

The weeks are on the wing

Years are brief and love a thing

Blooming and fading like a flower

When the night has come

With its quiet group at home

'Broider, knit or sew

Chat in voices low

Suddenly lift your eyes

Honest look and wise

But I cannot read their lore

Tell me less or tell me more

The weeks are on the wing

Years are brief and love a thing

Blooming and fading like a flower

Seize the little hour, what tomorrow may befall

Love me more or not at all

You don’t have to worry about me

Think of me

Or feel for me

I’m gonna keep my money safe

Stacked safely under the floorboard

Save every penny earned

I’m keeping my money safe