Mary

Oliver Franklin
© 2008 Reeling From The Stitch (ASCAP)

Mary was her name, she could walk on the water like her firstborn son
She waited in the wings of a great black swan for her day to come
With half-closed eyes, face down in the river where her name was called
And all this time, I’ve been waiting for the curtain to fall

Mary was her name and she sank to the bottom while the band played on
And slept in the arms of the river like a lover with the shades still drawn
(Daddy’s long gone)
The sun dove down and the street lights were burning and the earth revolved
And all this time I’ve been waiting for the curtain to fall