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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Guitar
Guy Fletcher
Guy Fletcher
Keyboards
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Piano
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
David Rawlings
David Rawlings
Vocals
Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler
Producer
Aaron Swihart
Aaron Swihart
Assistant Engineer
Graham Lewis
Graham Lewis
Assistant Engineer
Jon Bailey
Jon Bailey
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Russell
Jonathan Russell
Mastering Engineer
Mark Ralston
Mark Ralston
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Miles Showell
Miles Showell
Mastering Engineer
Eric Conn
Eric Conn
Editing Engineer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We only knew each other by letter I went to meet her off the train When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still She was standing there and speaking my name I guarantee she looked like an angel I couldn't think of what I should say But when Adam saw Eve in the garden I believe he felt the selfsame way I handed her up on the wagon And I loaded up her trunk behind She was sitting up there with the gold in her hair And I tried to get a hold of my mind Do you think that you could love me Mary Do you think we got a chance of a life Do you think you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We finally headed out of the station And we drove up the home trail And when we came to the farm she laid a hand on my arm I thought my resolution would fail And I froze as she stepped in the doorway Stood there as still as could be I said I know it ain't much, it needs a woman's touch Lord she turned around and looked at me Do you think that you could love me Mary Do you think we got a chance of a life Do you think you could love me Mary Now you are to be my wife We had a prairie wedding There was a preacher and a neighbour or two I gave my golden thing a gold wedding ring And the both of us said I do And when the sun's going down on the prairie And the gold in her hair is aflame I say do you really love me Mary And I hold her and I whisper her name Do you think that you could love me Mary
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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