Lyrics
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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
