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If My Mary Were Here

I would not be so stoned

If my Mary were here

I don't think I'd have phoned you

If my Mary were here

I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad

Who's sword's around his knees

With a Grail no longer holy

And a prayer that's saying - please

I would not be alone

If my Mary were here

But she took off

And Lord I'm lost.



I don't think I'd be drinking

If my Mary were here

And I know what I'd be thinking

If my Mary were here

We'd be wrapping up a blanket

Full of cheddar cheese and wine

Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind

And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park

If Mary were here

But she split

So I got lit



I'm sorry that I called you

In the middle of the night

But you're the one who listens

When I need a little light

I know we haven't talked

Since I dropped you in the dirt

I know you're not my lady now

But Baby, how I hurt.



(I could whistle up an old tune

That your memory might recall

Rustle up some reminiss

'Bout the good old days and all

If I were seeking someone else

I could find a way to hide

But I'm pleading like a pauper, Babe

And it leaves no place for pride)



I would toss away my troubles

When my Mary was here

But now I'm lost inside the ruble

Cause my Mary's not here

So could I come on over

With my heart in my hands

And place it on your pillow

Like a rusty old tin can

I'm drunk and seeing double

And my Mary's not here

Once again

Be the friend

That you've been

And take me in.



Please take me in

Гарри Чапин

If My Mary Were Here / Гарри Чапин

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