Mary Martin, golden one
hides in shadows from the sun
Her family is dead and gone,
She stays inside her room, alone.
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
Mary Martin moved too fast,
She's slipping through the hourglass
She opens up her eyes to see the sun.
Mary Martin, hair of gold,
button up your velvet coat
visits with her mother's stone,
she walks out in a field of snow
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
Mary Martin grew too fast
She fell into the hourglass
She opens up her eyes to see the sun.
Hourglass, she closes both her eyes
and now she's gone
On this side the gray stone wall
I heard her call
in winter sighs,
through crystal branches
standing moon soaked in the rain.
Mary Martin, chosen one
close your eyes and then you're gone
Button up your velvet coat,
then lie out in your field of snow
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
Mary Martin, spirit trapped
'cause no one turned the hourglass
She opens up her eyes to see the sun.
She closes both her eyes and now she's gone.
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