Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP In the lamplight burning low AND Dimly through enchanted woods She rocks beside the fire that never was lit And as we ran on by Pretending to be frightened We WOULD shout and laugh at Crazy Mary CHORUS: Crazy Mary from LONDONDERRY Lives next door to the cemetery How many lovers have you buried We would shout, running scared ACROSS the green and golden paths That LED us home, away from Crazy Mary She would never answer us JUST SMILE through the window softly Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure That in the dark of night She cursed us soundly, casting spells And such to turn us into donkeys So THEY WENT THE SUMMNER YEARS EACH ONE MORE FLEETING THAN THE LAST ONE RUSHING DOWN THE GREEN AND GOLDEN PATHS AND SOON THE WOODS WERE NOT ENCHANTED ANYMORE FOR WE WE HAD GROWN AND WE'D FORGOTTEN CRAZY MARY SO IT COMES that older now We stand upon this windswept moor The lonely STONE before us Testifies that Crazy Mary ROCKS AND SMILES and dreams HeR dreams somewhere But not where little kids can follow after And on the stone, these words, dear friend Please write me down as one who loved The raven-haired and laughing lads That swore that they would marry me BUT soon their sons came running by And here I lie, forgotten, Crazy Mary. IN THE LAMPLIGHT BURNING LOW AND DIMLY THRU ENCHANTED WOODS WE THINK ABOUT THE SINS THAT WE COMMIT ALONG THE GREEN AND GODEN PATHS OF GOWING UP WE LIGHT THE FIRE AND SAY A PRAYER FOR CRAZY MARY Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com