Once I met a lady
My first, for I was younger then
And 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 on Friday
In honeysuckle sorrow Let's go where the olives grow
Good lady of Toronto
Well I wish I was the baby there inside her
And I wish I had a day to lay beside her
And if I had my poems I'd recite to
her And I'd light a friendly candle
When she's gone
Well I wish I was the baby there
inside her And I wish I had a day to lay beside her
And if I had my poems I'd recite to her And I'd light a tender candle
When she's gone
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