Mother Mary - PRIORY
It's supper time but he stays outside
He tends to feel the world the sun is high
He drowns himself in a bottle of rye
The young men live while the old men
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
In a bed where I can sleep
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry me
To a place where I can sleep
The days are hard but there's mouth to feed
And his old hands still sewing seed
Remembered when he was young he made that creek
Until the mortal core it he relive
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
In a bed where I can sleep
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry me
To a place where I can sleep
Oh oh
The days are hard
The days are hard
Oh oh
The days are hard
The days are hard
Oh oh
Oh Mother Mary won't you bury me
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh Mother Mary won't you carry me
To a place where I can sleep
