He said...
"oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"
"come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row."
My answer was laughter, soft as I lowered my head
*you're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead
Resetting as I was, with blossoms in full bloom
(Blossoms in full bloom)
Never a chance to pause with magic to consume
(Magic to consume)
A shadow walked behind me offering his hand
But couldn't understand
He said
"oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"
"come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row"
My answer was laughter, soft as I lowered my head
*you're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead
Scattering petals down the road without an end
(Road without an end)
Left on the battleground for one I called my friend
(One I called my friend)
Maybe he loved me as he took me by the hand
And tried to understand
I said
"oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"
"stay with me, I can't see, anywhere that we could go"
Their answer, was laughter, as darkness swallowed them up
*one more time, I'll be fine, sometimes kindness is enough
"oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow?"
"don't leave me, please don't be, the seventh maid in a row"
My answer, a whisper, soft as he lowered his head
*set them free, I'm sorry, this flower's already dead