Mary, Mary

we call her

Mary, Mary

As she visits us all down the lane

We do not know her real name

But she makes us happy

As she visits us

At every town down the lane

so we call her

Mary, Mary

In every town down the lane

And she's tall and brown

And she doesn't look down

At us from her higher plane

And she's tall and brown

And she doesn't look down

At us from her higher plane!

God loves you!

Sincerely,

David S. Annderson