Mother Mary

People talking sound like dogs

Barking through the trees

Making no sense at all

Meaning nothing to meMother Mary quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go so quickPeople talking crack me up

They don't have a little clue

What it's like to be me?

What it's like to lose you?Mother Mary I grow weary

I did not mean to let you go so quickPeople talking sound like dogs

Barking up the wrong tree

Take a good man down

And set the Evil freeMother Mary quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go so quick