Lady Love - Michael Nesmith

Oh, my lady, she runs

To the ends of the earth

In search of her worth

In search of her worth

Oh, my woman, she cries

What lays here inside

Must not be be denied

Shall not be denied

The eyes of a fool

Hide only the sun

And the light from an incoming day

The eyes of the wise

One looks over the dead

And sees what is said as a play

Sing with an ongoing sound

Of a wisdom that’s found

That’s waiting to speak

That’s wanting to speak

Oh, sweet lady of mine

That life has refined

Expressing the truth and the love

Expressing the truth and the love