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 Oh, oh, oh x 2