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
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
Life is not easy for Sister Marie
She finds that her thought is in error
Her captive face haunting the mirror
Discomforts her
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