Heartstrings pulled so long ago.
Whispered then through time.
Little did I ever know,
That lady would be mine.
Chorus
And she’s a wonder from o’er the sea.
And she’s a wonder from the sky.
And it’s when I think of Mary,
That I lift my head up high.
Seen through mists of Avalon,
The seasons coloured grey.
Tempest torn - my spirit done.
It nearly ebbed away.
Holding on to yesterday.
Not wanting any change.
Self destruction come what may.
My life - it seemed so strange.
Now she’s here for ever more,
From half a world away.
Beauty sent from heaven’s store.
At last my head can lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem