Cat. #0549 (MFH #515) - As sung by May Kennedy McCord, Springfield, Missouri on October 21, 1960
VERSE 1
He came to his palace grand
An' he came t' my cottage door
His words were few but his lock
They will linger forever more
Th' smile an' his sad dark eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
Tho' he was th world to me
VERSE 2
An' there in his garden strolled
All robed in his satins an' lace
Lady Mary so strange 'n cold
Who held in his heart no place
Fer I would've been his bride
With a kiss for lifetime fee
But I was nothing to him
Tho' he was th world to me
VERSE 3
Today in his palace grand
On a flower strewn bed he lies
With 'is beautiful lips fast closed
O, his beautiful sad dark eyes
Among th mours who mourned
Why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him
Tho' he was th world to me
VERSE 4
How will it be with our souls
When we meet in that spirit land
What th mortal heart n'er knows
To th spirit then understand
Or in some celestial form
Will our sorrows repeated be
Will I still be nothing to him
Though he is th world to me