Mother Mary

People talking sound like dogs

Barking through the trees

Making no sense at all

Meaning nothing to me

Mother mary

Quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go

So quick

People talking crack me up

They don't have a little clue

What it's like to be me

What it's like to lose you

Mother mary

I grow weary

I did not mean to let you go

So quick

People talking sound like dogs

Barking up the wrong tree

Take a good man down

And set the evil free

Mother mary

Quite contrary

I did not mean to let you go

So quick