He came from his palace grand, he came to my cottage door
His words were few but his looks, Will linger for evermore
The look in his sad dark eyes more tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.
verse 2
There in her garden she stands all dressed in fine satin and lace
Lady Mary so cold and so strange who finds in his heart no place.
He knew I would be his bride, with a kiss for a lifetime fee
But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.
verse 3
Now in his palace grand on a flower strewn bed he lies
His beautiful lids are closed on his sad dark beautiful eyes
And among the mourners who mourn why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.