1815 - Mary's Rhyme Lyrics

Lo and behold, Mary, gold string I've brought
Bright as I am caught
In your weave, your loom, you spin and I swoon
Don't you think, Mary, we're entwined

You say, my John
Our time has not yet come
And the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent
Split our chord in two

Rescued and clean, Sally, I'm dressed in green
It's the spring that would not come
But even reborn, I grow with a thorn
Don't you see, Sally, I'm maligned

Anew, my John
Our time has not yet come
And the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent
Wilted the fruit we grew

Withered and lean, Lilly, life is no dream
It's a lesson taught through time
And I've been so wrong, regret all my scorn
Won't you hear, Lilly, Mary's rhyme

I say, oh John
Our time has not yet come
And the bittersweet scent of her taciturn bent spoke true
You say, my John
I too was once this young
You've yet to grow, John
And I cannot show you the way
Not if I stay