Fiddler's Farewell/One Version
One Version
I think that Mary MagdaleneWas just a woman who went to dine,And her jewels covered her empty heartAnd her gown was the color of wine.
I think that Mary MagdaleneSat by a stranger with shining head."Haven't we met somewhere?" she asked.Magdalene!—Mary!—he said.
I think that Mary MagdaleneFell at his feet and called his name,Sat at his feet and wept her woeAnd rose up clean of shame.
Nobody knew but Magdalene,Mary the woman who went to dine,Nobody saw how he broke the breadAnd poured for her peace the wine.
This is the story of Magdalene;It's not the tale the Apostles tell,But I know the woman it happened to—I know the woman well.