Mary, be merry,
Can you stay for a while'
Her feet don't touch the ground,
Mary, be merry,
You're just misunderstood,
Is she just make believe'

She's a wild weed that lives by the water, and the width of the wind cannot contain her,
She soaks in the days and the colour of the sun, but finds no traction for her soul.

The say she lacks initiative, she seems invisible, but they've never seen her dance the moon,
Arms unfolding like wings a-whirling, twirling soul afire,
Oh, she's just an angel past her curfew.

Mary, be merry,
Can you stay for a while'
Her feet don't touch the ground,
Mary, be merry,
You're just misunderstood,
Is she just make believe'

Pearls 'round her neck and cat's eyes in her pockets,
The stars persuade all her dreams,
She's a water-colour picture, real to the touch, but bleeds at the first sign of rain,
She couldn't touch the sky if she weren't lighter than air.

She is urgent like morning in her hand-me-down torment, but I'd be her for a day,
To feel the earth move or to tear a piece of Heaven, I'd love to be her for a day.

Oh, she's just an angel past her curfew.

Mary, be merry,
Can you stay for a while'
Her feet don't touch the ground,
Mary, be merry,
You're just misunderstood,
Is she just make believe'
Mary, be merry,
Can you stay for a while'
Her feet don't touch the ground,
Mary, be merry,
You're just misunderstood,
Is she just make believe'
(fade)