Lady Mccorey

There's a legend that tells you a story

'Bout that little old Lady McCorey

She was living alone

In a house made of stone

A-living without fame and glory

She cared for the lost and the lonely

A heaven on earth for them only

With a wave of her hand

A lady, a friend

Inviting you in Mr. Lonely

She was like a fairy out of heaven:

Lady McCorey

You'd earn a living full of glory

We won't forget what you have done

Those were the days of Joan McCorey

A guardian angel just for the poor

Only in heaven fame and glory

Now they call her Madame l'Amour

Those were the days of Joan McCorey

A guardian angel just for the poor

Only in heaven fame and glory

Now they call her Madame l'Amour

She cared for the lost and the lonely

A heaven on earth for them only

With a wave of her hand

A lady, a friend

Inviting you in Mr. Lonely

She was like a fairy out of heaven:

Lady McCorey

You'd earn a living full of glory

We won't forget what you have done

Those were the days of Joan McCorey

A guardian angel just for the poor

Only in heaven fame and glory

Now they call her Madame l'Amour

Those were the days of Joan McCorey

A guardian angel just for the poor

Only in heaven fame and glory

Now they call her Madame l'Amour