Sweet Mary

Where are you now that my sweet Mary done died Alone, alone, alone Somewhere you say where my sweet Mary Held her grave in her arms like an infant odyssey



Well you can hush my little darlin' don't you cry... Hush beneath the dreams we did roam cause I do believe it will be just like the color when the purple sings When I will know for sure....



She was held to the blade laid down my sweet Mary dear She laid down upon the cold winter's floor and I remember what she said when she saw the snow turn to red She said lord let me be the lord Let me be the lord



Well you can hush my little darlin' don't you cry Hush beneath the dreams we did roam



Cause I do believe it will be just like the color when the purple sings when yes this angel will cover us...