Lucy Simon & Marsha Norman - Final Storm lyrics

Comin' a terrible storm Shakin' the souls of the dead Quakin' the floor underfoot Shakin' the roof overhead Not since I was a child Have I feared Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow Not so well, she said, see the lily's dead Dig it up, and out you go Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow Oh it's dry, she wailed See the iris failed Dig it up, and out you go It's a maze this garden It's a maze of ways Mistress Mary Quite contrary How does your garden Grow Something wrong inside it It's a maze this garden It's a maze of ways Had an early frost High on a hill Now it's gone it's lost Dig it up and out You go Something Wrong inside it It's a maze this garden It's a maze of ways Meant to lead a soul astray It's a maze this garden It's a maze of ways It's a maze this garden It's a maze of ways Meant to lead a soul astray Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does you garden grow Had an early frost Now its gone it's lost Dig it up, and out you go(Mary) You're out, you go(Mary) Out, you go There it is! There's the door There's the door to the garden