Текст песни Harry Chapin - If My Mary Were Here
Harry Chapin - If My Mary Were Here слова песни
I would not be so stonedIf my Mary were hereI don`t think I`d have phoned youIf my Mary were hereI`m a sad sack Sir GalahadWho`s sword`s around his kneesWith a Grail no longer holyAnd a prayer that`s saying - pleaseI would not be aloneIf my Mary were hereBut she took offAnd Lord I`m lost.I don`t think I`d be drinkingIf my Mary were hereAnd I know what I`d be thinkingIf my Mary were hereWe`d be wrapping up a blanketFull of cheddar cheese and winePacking up our camper with a rendezvous in mindAnd we`d picnic out in Lincoln ParkIf Mary were hereBut she splitSo I got litI`m sorry that I called youIn the middle of the nightBut you`re the one who listensWhen I need a little lightI know we haven`t talkedSince I dropped you in the dirtI know you`re not my lady nowBut Baby, how I hurt.(I could whistle up an old tuneThat your memory might recallRustle up some reminisce`Bout the good old days and allIf I were seeking someone elseI could find a way to hideBut I`m pleading like a pauper, BabeAnd it leaves no place for pride)I would toss away my troublesWhen my Mary was hereBut now I`m lost inside the rubleCause my Mary`s not hereSo could I come on overWith my heart in my handsAnd place it on your pillowLike a rusty old tin canI`m drunk and seeing doubleAnd my Mary`s not hereOnce againBe the friendThat you`ve beenAnd take me in.Please take me in.