
The Kelly Song Collective
Pagan Mary
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Soft sunlit air runs through Mary's hair
stealing my breath I follow it there.
Sweet wind arose the breeze gently blows
where pagan mary goes.
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Praises are sung by only our tongues
incense like brimstone burning our lungs.
Red lips will shine, a throat full of wine
ah pagan mary mine.
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Dancing again we kiss as we spin
baring her soul she shows me her sin.
How can it be I love what I see?
Oh pagan mary me.
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Aves ahush as we slowly rush
to follow our flesh like a dirge.
A jig in the rain the sacred and profane
will mix in our veins and will merge.
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But this was a dream of spring rain and steam.
Now all of my joy is ripped at the seams.
Desperate lies I unclose my eyes
and my pagan mary dies.
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Now I won't set foot in the place mary's put
under a hill of stone and soot
A stone as it creeps her bleeding heart seeps
and my pagan mary weeps.
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Always to be a stone's throw from me,
might well as lie be bonnie over the sea.
Give me a sign that you're doing fine
ah pagan mary mine.
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© Audsongs 2001
