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The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Marianne Faithfull Lyrics


The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town

And she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her days

She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way

At the age of thirty seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair

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Lyrics
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he was off to work and the kids were off to school
And there were, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair



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Marianne Faithfull -- The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town

And she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her days

She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way

At the age of thirty seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd

At the age of thirty seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair



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Dave Brohman

I first heard this song 40 years ago and barely a day goes by that it doesn't pop into my head. One of my eternal earworms.

Hilda Poo

This is exactly why I listen to people like her. She's got talent, class and character. 🙌🏿🙌🏿

Hilda Poo

@John It is not class and character that are taking away from her image. It is you and your opinions or whatever it is that you read about her.

Hilda Poo

@James Sim Well, have it your way.

James Sim

Talent YES character definitely a bid fat NO.

Hilda Poo

@John Many men would say that about a lady they don't like or that they know and know very well they could never have. The tabloids are also responsible for such malicious gossip. Be it the truth or not, I still love her. It doesn't take away anything from her soul, her spirit, her voice and her talent in general. She remains a legend for most people who understand timeless music.

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I agree, Hilda Poo! I prefer listening to her over Stevie Nicks any day!!

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Chris Tennant

One of my all time fav songs by Marianne. No jumping up and down or twisting and turning or flashing body parts. Just standing, looking into the camera and singing with her unique voice. Wow!

Flynn Spunks

Not bad, I prefer the Dr Hook version.

Emily Lowe

Yes!

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