Good Lady of Toronto

Once I met a lady

My first, for I was younger then

Now she feels a baby

Was a cold wind from the south

But what's it all about?

In a week of constant Mondays

I will set sail of a Friday

And honeysuckle sorrow

Let's go where the olives grow

Good lady of Toronto

Well, I wish I was the baby

There inside her

I wish I had a day

To lie beside her

And if I had my poems

I'd recite to her

And light a friendly candle

When she's gone

Well, I wish I was the baby

There inside her

I wish I had a day

To lie beside her

And if I had my poems

I'd recite to her

And light a friendly candle

When she's gone

Well, once I met a lady

My first, for I was younger then

And honeysuckle sorrow

Let's go where the olives grow

Good lady of Toronto