The Anthology of the Beatles' Songs: Lady Madonna

Lady Madonna

Love does have this wondrous way,

Of changing all we do and say,

And even how our eyes perceive,

The images our lives receive.


Upon my sleeping love I gaze,

All about her does amaze,

A beauty that is clear to me,

A gentle grace that all can see.


Even now as she sleeps and dreams,

She is more lovely, or so it seems,

With each passing year, she charms my heart,

A Mona Lisa, if she were art.


But when she held our infant boys,

She turned them into holy joys,

Lady Madonna, soft and pure,

You have my love, of this I'm sure.




The End

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