Текст песни Roger Whittaker - Mary

I first heard her singing, her songs of old Ireland,
Sweet songs full of joy, full of sorrow and pain
And all of that summer I listen and watched her
And I fell in love with sweet Mary Mc Kaine

She told me of Ireland, her father and mother,
Of believing in Good hum she felt deep inside
She sang of her brothers both berried in Derry
She sang of the course for witch both of them died

Oh I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And songs full of sadness that made us both cry
Oh I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And eyes full of truth just as blue as the sky
Oh I think of Mary and then I just ask myself why?

I bagged her, come with me, life far from your Ireland
You'll never find peace as the pain grows more keen
She smiled and caressed me, she needed her homeland
She needed her Ireland, so wild and so green

Oh I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And songs full of sadness that made us both cry
Oh I think of Mary and Dublin and Derry
And eyes full of truth just as blue as the sky

Oh I think of Mary and then I just ask myself why?
Sweet Mary I love till I die