Oh, John Lavery
[ Cally Krallman / Randy Wills ]
With brushes and canvas…, in bright shades of green
A young Irish artist… painted a scene
Of a lovely dear girl… on a river afloat
With all of her sisters… in their fathers boat
He painted all day… with beauty and light
It took him from morning… to the dark of the night
Then he took her hand… to help her ashore
For she was the daughter… of a rich English Lord
Her eyes matched her name… Violet it was
From the moment she saw him… she knew it was love
CHORUS:
She said, Oh, John Lavery…, won’t you marry me…
And let me live by your side
In the meadows of Ireland… far from my home,…
I so want to be your bride
John Lavery returned… to his palette and knife
For an artist to paint… He needs not a wife
Composed he a letter… penned with finesse
Said his deepest regrets… to the young Baroness
When the letter arrived…at her country estate
She knew in her heart… She had made a mistake
For all she had left… to remember him by
Was the riverboat painting …his signature signed
Her eyes drew his name…John Lavery it was
That moment she knew she’d lost her true love
She cried Oh, John Lavery… won’t you marry me …
why can’t I live by your side
In the meadows of Ireland, far from my home,
I still want to be your bride
She cried Oh, John Lavery… won’t you marry me …
why can’t I live by your side
In the meadows of Ireland, far from my home,
I still want to be your bride
I still want to be your bride
