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