Mary's Gone - The Deep Dark Woods

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