Mary Martin hair of gold
walk out in your field of snow
button up your overcoat
meet me by your mother's stone
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
Mary Martin eyes of black,
she's peering through the hourglass
She opens up her eyes to see the sun
Mary Martin, golden one
sit beneath the orange sun
cover up your pretty face
meet me by your mother's grave
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
Behind the grey stone wall
I hear her call
'neath velvet skies
through crystal branches
standing naked in the rain.
Mary Martin hair of gold
walk out in your field of snow
Button up your overcoat
Meet me by your mother's stone
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
We know, we know, we know
Mary Martin spirit trapped
She's slipping through the hourglass
She opens up her eyes to see the sun
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