The Lady - Roger McGuinn

The lady’s eyes are beautiful

They wander through the dictionary

Searching for a way to say I love you

To a friend

Sun comes up and sun goes down

Still no word has the lady found

And she’ll go right on

Searching till the end

Oh, the lady is a very unlikely lady

In her time she might hit you

For a dime or two

But change is not the only

Offer she’s had, oh no

And she can find yeah

A reason to be bad for you

The lady’s hands are magical

They reach for you and seem to hold you

Comfort is a blessing, yes

A baby understands

Winter in her knitted gloves

Summertime as free as her love

But she comes up with nothing

In her hands

The lady’s soul is mystical

And in the night it flies to heaven

Trouble finds a holy soul

That’s looking for a dream

Visions grow and they fade away

And the lady begins to pray

But grace is not as easy as it seems