Down the road I look and there runs Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

We go down to the river where the willows weep

Take a naked root for a lovers seat

That rose out of the bitten soil

Sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils

O Mary you have seduced my soul

Forever a hostage of your child's world

And then I ran my tin-cup heart along, the prison of her ribs

And then with a toss of her curls that little girl goes wading in

Rollin' her dress up past her knee

Turning these waters into wine, then she platted all the willow vines

Mary in the shallows laughing

Over where the carp dart

Spooked by the new shadows that she cast

Across these sad waters and across my heart

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