Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
O Mary you have seduced my soul
And I don't know right from wrong
Forever a hostage of your child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rollin her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she platted all the willow vines
Mary in the shallows laughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
Across these sad waters and across my heart
Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries We go down to the river where the willows weep Take a naked root for a lovers seat That rose out of the bitten soil But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils O Mary you have seduced my soul And I don't know right from wrong Forever a hostage of your child's world And then I ran my tin-cup heart along The prison of her ribs And with a toss of her curls That little girl goes wading in Rollin her dress up past her knee Turning these waters into wine Then she platted all the willow vines Mary in the shallows laughing Over where the carp dart Spooked by the new shadows that she cast Across these sad waters and across my heart Explain Request ×
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