Mary Don't Go

They say when you go, heaven knows

The path that you wade

The reel of the rain, sweet refrain

Well I, feel you here, still near

Guarding the grove

Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring

White birch sings

Still as the night Northern lights, will fade

Blue are the eyes, faded lines

Well I, hear you clear, still near

Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring

Dark oak sings

Mary don’t go

Don’t hang your head low

Mary don’t go

Let the lines show

In the dark of the night

Mary don’t go

It’s the road you know

You slipped through the trees;

And the reeds, chained

Fire in your mind fell behind

And fed

Well I, feel you here, still near

Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring

The white birch sings

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