Finland

The Findells

mary underground

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The Findells
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Lyrics

Say, did you hear about Mary? Her name was in the obituary. She used to sit beside me in the class, Now she’s buried underneath the grass. Mary underground I never said goodbye. Even though it was long ago Still I sit and wonder why. I think of Mary sometimes As though she were still around. I hate to think of Mary underground. Mary used to call me on the phone And talk off all her problems – quite alone But in the morning she was always down. I hate to think of Mary underground. An empty desk is filled- Someone’s taken her place As though she was never there, But I can’t forget her face White as snow, but pretty as anyone around. I hate to think of Mary underground.