(Trnqvist/Svenre)



Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockleshells, and pretty maids all in a row



I've got things to see to, I've got things to attend,

the other day the cat ran away again

And the sunset is so beautiful this time of the year,

I don't want to go places, I just want to be

here



Mary, Mary...

and never go with the flow



Long ago there was a man, his eyes were like the sea

He said he would come back and bring the rainbow home to me

But many moons have come and gone since then and now I know

that there is no dream beyond the flowers, from the seeds I sow



Mary, Mary...