Mary Skeffington, close your eyes I may believe that you are just a girl again Go to sleep tonight, dream of days When you had something there to light the way
Remember a holiday in a north-of-England town You slept in a room upstairs on a bed of eiderdown
Mary Skeffington, when you wake You mustn't be afraid to face another day Think of what you have, you'll get by You've always been a lady so hold your head up high
Look back on a home where you spent the best years of your life Remember the man who asked you if you would be his wife