Mary Grows Old - Ooberman
Sitting in a dark Victorian café
Silent in the bustle and the smoke
Stirring all the faces in the coffee
Memories of the love she used to know
Laughter of the children that she cared for
Underneath a willow in the haze
Jumping in the puddles in a rainstorm
'Til in comes blowing the wind of change
All of them have grown and moved away now
Losing every child she's ever known
Still despite the pain she's not regretful
She loved every one just like her own
Out into the bright and the hopeful future
She opened her umbrella to the sky
If life and precious time is gone so quickly
Find love in every day before you die
Love in every day before you die
