Mary Had A Way
Mary had a special way of waking me.
She'd lie there gazing at my face
Until I opened up my eyes.
She'd claim she woke me with her mind,
And I'd pretend to be surprised.
Mary had a hundred ways of pleasing me.
When times were bleak and bare,
The future dark as darkest night,
She'd make candles out of moonbeams,
And she'd love me by the light.
Mary had a gentle way of loving me.
I miss her every day
And will until the day I die,
And every night I tell her,
Just before I close my eyes,
I'm on that lonely road again, love,
That led me once to you.
And all those special, gentle things you used to do, love,
Perhaps, someday, I'll know them with a new love,
But it could never be the same sweet true love,
Like the love I knew with you.
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