Mary always had her head in the clouds
Dreaming of dashing knights on their white geldings
The knights saving defenseless beautiful damsel in distress  
The knights always begging for the hands of the damsel

Mary loved her beautiful fantasy stories to death
She never stopped dreaming her lovely dreams
All through elementary to high school, she dreamt
All through her adult job and life, she dreamt

Now Mary is an old, sweet, wrinkled woman
But not a grandmother, with all those responsibilities
She never found the husband, she was too busy to
Remember, she had been dreaming of her knights

You can find her sitting on a rocking chair in a old peoples home
Dreaming her dreams of her wonderful, dashing knights
Of them taking her away from her cold, gray prison
She never understood why he didn't come, her knight in shinning armor