Crazy Mary from Londonderry
Lives next door to the cemetery
"How many lovers have you buried?"
We would shout, running scared
Along the green and golden paths
That took us home away from Crazy Mary
In the lamplight burning low
Dimly through enchanted woods
She rocks beside the fire that was never lit
And as we ran on by
Pretending to be frightened
We′d shout and laugh at Crazy Mary
She would never answer us
Smile through the window softly
Wild-eyed and wild-haired
But we were sure that in the dark of night
She cursed us soundly
Casting spells and such to turn us into donkeys
Crazy Mary from Londonderry
Lives next door to the cemetery
"How many lovers have you buried?"
We would shout, running scared
Along the green and golden paths
That took us home away from Crazy Mary
So it seems that older now
We stand upon this windswept moor
The lonely grave before us
Testifies that Crazy Mary sings and dreams
Her dreams somewhere
But not where little kids can follow after
And on the stone these words, dear friend
Please write me down as one who loved
The raven-haired and laughing lads
That swore that they would marry me
And soon their sons came running by
And here I lie forgotten, Crazy Mary
Crazy Mary from Londonderry
Lives next door to the cemetery
"How many lovers have you buried?"
We would shout, running scared
Along the green and golden paths
That led us home away from Crazy Mary
Writer(s): Michael Peter Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
