Life is not easy for Sister Marie She finds that her thought is in error Her captive face haunting the mirror Discomforts her She listens intently to Father McGhee As he tells her that faith is a blessing And she worries that he might be guessing His irony It would be nice just to live like a lady And to have someone to marry It would be nice to have someone to care for Someone to care when I’m buried Carefully presenting the semblance of peace She fulfills her various duties Until all the changes she goes through Have wearied her She writes to her sister at school in the East To enquire how she is progressing And startles herself by confessing Her jealousy Chorus Verse 1 + Chorus by: José Duarte [email protected]