Good Lady of Toronto

Lyrics

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 hеr And if I had my poems, I'd recite to hеr 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