Mary

'Tis Sunday before the rice May day will come
And I slowly pull down the shades.
I shut out the light and block out the sun
And sit with the dark choices made.

For I was a fool to give up this jewel
That once filled the palm of my hand.
And unless you be swayed, 'tis but seven days
'Til you wed another man.

Is it too late,
Is it too late, for me Mary?

Sorrow desends on this cold empty room
As I watch the clock on the wall.
And with each passing hour the church bell tower
Tolls for the sins of us all.

Is it too late,
Is it too late, for me Mary?
Is it too late,
Is it too late, for me Mary?

Gone is the will to live my life if you wear his ring and be his wife.
Forgive me for my selfish ways to try to stop your wedding day.
But it breaks my heart in two 'cause Mary I'm in love with you.
So before you say your vows, I'll say this clear, say it loud.

Is it too late, for me Mary?

©1998 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)