Crazy mary from londonderry
lives next door to the cemetery
how many lovers have you buried
we would shout running scared
along the green and golden paths
that took us home away from crazy mary
In the lamplight burning low
dimly through enchanted woods
she rocks beside the fire
that was never lit and as we ran on by
pretending to be frightened
we'd shout and laugh at crazy mary
She would never answer us
smiled through 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 such to run us into donkeys
crazy mary from londonderry...
So it seems that older now
we stand upon this wind swept moor
the lonely grave before us testifies
that crazy mary sings 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
that swore that they would marry me
and soon their sons came running by
and here i lie forgotten crazy mary
crazy mary from londonderry...