Mary's Gone

Mary would sit
in the pale moon light
Mary was once my own heart’s delight
she was silent
just lieing there
the cold wind
blowing her hair
Mary always
Treated me like gold
But her love it,
Soon grew cold
I treated her bad
I treated her mean
Now Mary is just a memory
Never gonna mary
Never have me a wife
Gonna be a batchelor for the rest of my life
Rougher on my body than the ocean blue
There aint no telling what I might do
So long sweet Mary
I bid you fearwell
You say im not worth it but no one can tell
Im gonna ramble
Im gonna roam
'Til the bells of glory
Call me home
Mary would sit
in the pale moon light
Mary once was my own heart’s delight
she was silent
Just lieing there
The cold wind
Blowing her hair