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• Artiste: David Allen Coe
• Titre: Crazy Mary
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Crazy Mary from London berry Lives next door to the cemetery How many lovers have you buried We would shout, running scared Along the green and golden paths That took us home, away from Crazy Mary In the lamplight burning low Dimly through enchanted woods She rocks beside the fire that never was lit And as we ran on by Pretending to be frightened We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary She would never answer us Smiled through the window softly Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure That in the dark of night She cursed us soundly, casting spells And such to turn us into donkeys So it seems that older now We stand upon this wind-swept moor The lonely grave before us Testifies that Crazy Mary sings and dreams He dreams somewhere But not where little kids can follow after And on the stone, these words, dear friend Please write me down as one who loved The raven-haired and laughing lads That swore that they would marry me And soon their sons came running by And here I lie, forgotten, Crazy Mary.