She was a lady It's easy to see With rings on her fingers She used to be The queen of the mansion The belle of the ball Now she just sits here Nobody calls The bottle before her Glass in her hand Wearied and wasted Through nothing she'd planned The rags on her shoulders Tell their own tale She rests on her memories lonely and frail She was a lady Don't call her names Lady of yesterday Lady in chains Lady in chains See how it rains See how it rains There once was a sail Came over from France Could play any music Could sing and could dance Taught her to love him Then left her alone Forsaken by family Turned from her home She was a lady She lived in style They travelled to see her For many a mile Ah but now she just sits here Drinking her wine If you buy her a glass or two She won't think you unkind She was a lady Don't call her names Lady of yesterday Lady in chains Lady in chains See how it rains See how it rains