That lady marceline live just down the beaten street
My lover tells me to lay my worried soul;
Restless i sit upon my wickered seat
"she's just a lady and that's what we'll ever know..."
But late at night i feel the flame burning my brow
And i can't keep myself from asking how:
When she came to visit
That rainy night
How did she know what
Just sat right?
That lady marceline sure do love to sow her seeds
My darlin' tells me a farmer must keep an open land;
Fevered i watch her fill her forgotten needs
"shе's just a lady that needs a woman's helping hand..."
Yet late at night i feel thе flame torching my feet
And i can't keep myself from taking a peek:
When i saw what they were
Planting in the field
I knew just then that
God was my only shield
My lady ought to keep to herself when skies turn grey
I tell myself to catch my bated breath;
Out with the curs did i catch her lay
"what did you keep from me that caused a lover's death?"
Still late at night i feel the flame roasting my chest
And i wish i kept myself from trying my best:
My love's a lady
And i can't stay
For love's as warm as
My body will lay...