Mary won t be comin round
no more
I won t touch her violet hair
That fell like rain and filled the air
With roses
Mary won t be comin round
no more
She won t look into my eyes
And tell me I m the only one
Who knows her
Mary won t be changing me
no more
She won t reach into my mind
And fill those gutters with red wine
And reason
Mary won t be changing me
no more
I guess that I knew all along
That she d be leaving with the song
Of season
Sunshine rain
Mary won t be comin round
no more
She won t reach into my mind
And fill those gutters with red wine
And reason
Mary won t be comin round
no more
She won t look into my eyes
And tell me I m the only one
Who knows her
Sunshine rain
Sunshine rain
Sunshine rain
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