Mary Mean

Where the morning mist she rises up
Like smoke from the valley side
Tom is creeping over cooper's fields down by the winding stream
There grow the great bulrushes, and there lives young mary mean

We all have our secrets
We all have our secrets
We all have our secrets
Here’s an invitation

In the shadow of mountains the time sails by
In dark places the stories hide
And on the silent moor at midnight tom chased her through the snow
As a full white moon lit up the world in silver shining diamonds

You’re not going to hell love
You’re not going to hell love
You’re not going to hell love
The tide was made for turning

Oh love it is handsome, and love is kind
And so patient when first it’s new
But if you look into loves aching heart to see what lies within
Then all you’ll find are discord notes and one single beating rhythm

We all have our secrets
We all have our secrets
We all have our secrets
We all have our secrets

You’re not going to hell love
You’re not going to hell love
We all have our secrets
Here’s an invitation