I never questioned him.
I certainly didn't approve of his actions,
But I never said a word.
I just stood there and tried to be a gracious host,
Even though I knew my daughter and future son-in-law,
Would never make it to their wedding party.
I was born Martha Bright,
And I married Henry Ravenswood in 1844,
Back when he had a heart.
It's no wonder they call it Fool's Gold,
For material wealth turned him into a fool.
How ironical, that my maiden name was Bright,
For my marriage never was.
Although I had every luxury imaginable,
And lived in the prettiest house you ever saw,
It was no secret, that Henry wasn't faithful.
He'd always go to the Saloon on Thursday's
To have a few rounds of whiskey with his clerks,
As he said.
And my dear Emily,
Whom I wanted so badly to be happy,
Never had the marital joy that I wanted her to have,
That I never had.
And I just sat there and did nothing.
Not even shedding a tear as I heard my daughter's
Mournful scream.