I think about the people I've known, and of the places I've been
Of all the girls I've ever loved, I still want sweet Mary Jane
I think about the hot summer days, and of the cold mountain stream
Of quiet meadows and green apple trees, and of my sweet Mary Jane
Come with me we'll follow the sun, to a land 'cross the sea
Take my hand and I'll be your friend
Oh, come with me Mary Jane
Take my hand and I'll be your friend
Oh, come with me Mary Jane, ch ch ch
(repeat)