They say when you go, heaven knows
The path that you wade
The reel of the rain, sweet refrain
Well I, feel you here, still near
Guarding the grove
Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring
White birch sings
Still as the night Northern lights, will fade
Blue are the eyes, faded lines
Well I, hear you clear, still near
Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring
Dark oak sings
Mary don't go
Don't hang your head low
Mary don't go
Let the lines show
In the dark of the night
Mary don't go
It's the road you know
You slipped through the trees;
And the reeds, chained.
Fire in your mind fell behind
And fed
Well I, feel you here, still near
(bridge)
Deep in the soil where the roots meet the ring
The white birch sings
Mary don't go
Don't hang your head low
Mary don't go
Mary don't go
Don't hang your head low
Mary don't go
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