Fields of green by the side of the road   Going down in Mary's land   Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove   Hit the palm of your outstretched hand   Radio's playing a tune from the country   Fiddle and an old time band   Race with the moon to the edge of the water   Down in Mary's land   Down in Mary's land      East of Virginia where the bay meets a river   Down in Mary's land   The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover   Whose heart can't understand   How you ever could leave   The view you behold   Ain't it fine and ain't life grand   When you don't need nothing   But some beer and a bushel   Down in Mary's land      Gonna sleep with the stars   And a slice of the moon   Hanging right above my bed   Gonna dream not of things   That I've left behind   But those I've found instead   Down in Mary's land      Radio's playing a tune from the country   Fiddle and an old time band   Race with the moon to the edge of the water   Down in Mary's land      Gonna sleep with the stars   And a slice of the moon   Hanging right above my bed   Gonna dream not of things   That I've left behind   But those I've found instead   Down in Mary's land