Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
She flowers towards me
in a spiral of daggers
Unfold delicate and dangerous
Blood red flowing, eyes cast dour
And Autumn rests upon her head
like thorny crown with fingers dead
all wrapped around and spirit stained
like Jesus chains, like Jesus chains
Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
She comes up behind me
in a forest of angels
Glowing alabaster sunrise
Growing dark behind her figure
She follows me through foggy mist
in spirit flow she sweeps her ghost
through hollow chasms 'neath the trees
she's haunting me, she's haunting me
Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
Don't cast shadows on me, Mary
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth