Photo: Miriam Glans

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Mother Mary
(E.Salmonson)

She’s been sitting here for hours
Thinking ‘bout her past
Sixty years with her King
Seven years without him
At first she just says nothing
Sounds like December snow
Then she slowly sings a hymn she once wrote

Can you forgive me please, Mother Mary I have sinned
or close your eyes from the truth
Would you let me in your divine and warming arms
Mary, pray for me, please

She tells a pretty story
A life of total patience
An ordinary marriage
Common morning glories
But in November -67
Someone got in the way
Azazel put her in disarray

Can you forgive me please, Mother Mary I have sinned
or close your eyes from the truth
Would you let me in your divine and warming arms
Mary, pray for me, please

Come pick me up, before I’m going down
Watch over me and give me a sign
Come pick me up, comfort my mind
Mary, please stay ‘til I am fine

The winter -68
We didn’t get no snow
She says that she was cursed by a crow