The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan lyrics

Artist  : Marianne Faithfull 
Song : The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
 
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of
lucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban
town
As she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a
thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went
spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d
never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm
wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat
there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her
daddy’s easy chair.

Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are
off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend
the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange
the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming
all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d
never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm
wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat
there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her
daddy’s easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of
lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the
laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached
and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that
waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d found
forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm
wind in her hair ...