The ballad of Mary
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
In brown hues
The flower's ready to bloom
A fruit ripe for the plucking
All can't help but notice its supple invitations.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Carpenter Joe's come home to manage his property
The grounds are rich, fertile with life
With the famined's zeal he plows his fields
Depositing seeds for a future harvest.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Autumn's come with a new found son
Carrying heavy weights, Atlas's apprentice
Come to save us all from our fall
Mother's brewed a story of divine glory.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
A savior at last, a husband that's mad
The fields left untouched, his property not his lust
Has he done her wrong or has she the martyr's luck
Or the serpent's tongue tempting all to her fruits of knowledge.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
In brown hues
The flower's ready to bloom
A fruit ripe for the plucking
All can't help but notice its supple invitations.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Carpenter Joe's come home to manage his property
The grounds are rich, fertile with life
With the famined's zeal he plows his fields
Depositing seeds for a future harvest.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Autumn's come with a new found son
Carrying heavy weights, Atlas's apprentice
Come to save us all from our fall
Mother's brewed a story of divine glory.
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
A savior at last, a husband that's mad
The fields left untouched, his property not his lust
Has he done her wrong or has she the martyr's luck
Or the serpent's tongue tempting all to her fruits of knowledge.