David Berkeley - Marie lyrics

A wounded town, where the winds won't blow* The rain won't fall, but the clouds won't go There's a fallen man hears a minor tune There's an empty bed in an empty room With the shudders closed and the fire low The rains won't fall, but the stars won't glow There's a lonely girl, and her dress is torn A baby knows when her mother mourns Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart Oh Marie, it's not like me A wounded town and the hill below Rains won't fall, but the winds won't blow Cause when a village turns into walls and woes And a father's hands can't patch the holes Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart Oh Marie, it's not like me The old church roof caved in long ago But its bell still rings, so sad and slow Cause when a body burns into smoke and soul And a father's hands can't patch these holes No a father's hands can't patch these holes Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart Oh Marie, it's not like me Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart Oh Marie, it's not like me Oh Marie, it's not like me