Lyrics
Mary’s Coming Back
©2008 Ken Bewick
In a foreign field ripe in columbine
In a shaded vale steeped in honeyed wine
She’s gone overgrown
She’s gone far away
Mary’s coming back someday

Winds that turned our mills, fields of green and brown
While the maidens wait to wear the May Queen’s crown
Where the wheels rolled tracks of mud remain
Bid a fond farewell
She’ll be back someday
She’s gone overgrown
She’s gone far away
Mary’s coming back someday

Some day the words will sing again
Sunshowers that left us dripping will end
Muted by hills of lavender, we hear her coming round every bend

In the foreign fields ripe with columbine
In a shady vale steeped in honeyed wine
Grasses turn to gold
Petals fall away
Bid a fond farewell
She’ll be back someday
She’s gone overgrown
She’s gone far away
Mary’s coming back someday
Josh: drumset, cocktail kit drums, tambourine, shaker
Michael: synth, string pads, organ
Ken: acoustic and electric guitars, bass, vocals
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