Treasures often hide in places no one dares to look.
Mary of Hawthorn, will you marry me?
He whispers to himself as she's slowly walking by
Mary of Hawthorn, though ugly I might be.
You've heard it of the wise, beauty is nothing but a guise,
a velvet flask of lies, a temporary prize.
What you need is forever and forever is in my eyes.
Mary of Hawthorn, though I live in poverty.
I'd give you all I have but all I have is me.
Mary of Hawthorn, though ignorant I may be,
whenever you go by my mind runs wild with prose and poetry,
visions of a family, our children looking up at me
But Mary I will lie alone out in the streets tonight.
And treasures often hide in places no one dares to look.
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