Fields of green by the side of the road Going down in Mary's land Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
Radio's playing a tune from the country Fiddle and an old time band Race with the moon to the edge of the water Down in Mary's land, down in Mary's land
East of Virginia where the bay meets a river Down in Mary's land The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover Whose heart can't understand
How you ever could leave the view you behold Ain't it fine and ain't life grand When you don't need nothing But some beer and a bushel Down in Mary's land
Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon Hanging right above my bed Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind But those I've found instead Down in Mary's land
Radio's playing a tune from the country Fiddle and an old time band Race with the moon to the edge of the water Down in Mary's land
Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon Hanging right above my bed Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind But those I've found instead Down in Mary's landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
