
The Kelly Song Collective
Pagan Mary
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
© Audsongs 2001
