Sister Marie

Life is not easy for Sister Marie

She finds that her thought is in error

Her captive face haunting the mirror

Discomforts her

She listens intently to Father McGhee

As he tells her that faith is a blessing

And she worries that he might be guessing

His irony

It would be nice just to live like a lady

And to have someone to marry

It would be nice to have someone to care for

Someone to care when I'm buried

Carefully presenting the semblance of peace

She fulfills her various duties

Until all the changes she goes through

Have wearied her

She writes to her sister at school in the East

To enquire how she is progressing

And startles herself by confessing

Her jealousy

It would be nice just to live like a lady

And to have someone to marry

It would be nice to have someone to care for

Someone to care when I'm buried

Life is not easy for Sister Marie

She finds that her thought is in error

Her captive face haunting the mirror

Discomforts her

It would be nice just to live like a lady

And to have someone to marry

It would be nice to have someone to care for

Someone to care when I'm buried

It would be nice just to live like a lady