When I woke I thought of you,
Looked out of the window at this familiar view,
I watched the kites fly high above the steeples
And the washing lines that float
With sailor’s clothes.
When I woke I thought of you
In the vale there’s a meadow
Where a rare flower grows,
Oh Mary, won’t you be my girl
When the land falls away
And the sea there lies rolling,
Oh Mary, it’s a simple world
When your headscarf falls like this
And the sunlight’s on your lips,
Oh Mary, won’t you be my girl
I took a walk down to the parson’s house,
Met the cooper and the priest on the way there,
They pointed up to the woods for you.
Oh Mary, I’ll find you somewhere