Down the road I look and there runs Mary   Hair of gold and lips like cherries   We go down to the river where the willows weep   Take a naked root for a lovers seat      That rose out of the bitten soil   Sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils   O Mary you have seduced my soul   Forever a hostage of your child's world      And then I ran my tin-cup heart along, the prison of her ribs   And then with a toss of her curls that little girl goes wading in   Rollin' her dress up past her knee   Turning these waters into wine, then she platted all the willow vines      Mary in the shallows laughing   Over where the carp dart   Spooked by the new shadows that she cast   Across these sad waters and across my heart