There's a tree out front in the yard where we're gonna live
And the stairs lead up to the room we'll be cookin' in
And you said this place is magic
So I knew we had to have it
'cuz I know you're always right
And honest, I don't know about destiny
But somehow this house became a living thing, oh
So while we sit by the fire reading poetry
I will love every word that you say to me
Mary, my home, oh Mary
We can sit outside by the garden we learn to grow
And when the flowers die in the winter under the
Snow
You'll remind me of the magic
There is beauty in the tragic
And I know you're always right
And honest, I don't know about destiny
But somehow this house became a living thing, oh
So while we sit by the fire reading poetry
I will love every word that
You say to me
Mary, my home, oh Mary
You are the roses and the trees
You are the earth that speaks to me
So while we lay in the bed reading poetry
I will breathe in the life that you give to me
Mary, my home oh Mary
Mary, my love, oh Mary
Mary, my
Home, oh Mary
