Crazy Mary Michael Peter Smith, ©1974 Bird Ave. Music ASCAP

In the lamplight burning low

And dimly thru enchanted woods

She rocked beside the fire

That was never lit

And as we ran on by

Pretending to be frightened

We would shout and laugh at Crazy Mary

 

Crazy Mary from Londonderry

Lives next door to the cemetery

How many lovers have you buried

We would shout running scared

Across the green and golden paths

That led us home

Away from Crazy Mary

 

She would never answer us

Just smile thru the window softly

Wild-eyed and wild-haired

But we were sure that in the dark of night

She cursed us soundly

Casting spells and stuff

To turn us into donkeys

 

So they went the summer years

Each one more fleeting than the last one

Rushing down the green and golden paths

And soon the woods were not enchanted any more

For we had grown

And we'd forgotten Crazy Mary

 

So it comes that older now

We stand upon this windswept moor

The lonely stone before us testifies

That Crazy Mary rocks and smiles

And dreams her dreams somewhere

But not where little kids can follow after

 

And on the stone these words: dear friend

Please write me down as one who loved

The raven-haired and laughing lads

Who swore that they would marry me

But soon their sons came running by

And here I lie forgotten, Crazy Mary

 

In the lamplight burning low

And dimly thru enchanted woods

We think about the sins that we commit

Along the green and golden paths of growing up

We light the fire

And say a prayer for Crazy Mary

 

Crazy Mary from Londonderry

Lives next door to the cemetery

How many lovers have you buried