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My mother's name was Mary. Most of my life she was absent physically but I believe she was never far away in spirit. After she passed away I wrote this song to help with my passage through the grief of her loss. When she was nearing her last breaths I put my arms around her and sang love is kind in her ear and I told it was okay, she could let go because we would all be fine. I miss her still. Papa G

Mary's Song

Her name was Mary, his name is Joe
They set sail on a sea of love
Little did they know
That the storms would come raging
They'd be caught up in the gale
The crashed upon the rocks of life
This is Mary's tale

Most all of her life
All she wanted to be
Was a wife to my father
And a mother to me
C'est la guerre
Life takes its course
She never quite overcame
The pain of her divorce

But she was loved by her neighbors
Loved by her friends
My father even loved her
Way back then
There is so much left to say
So much left to see
Now Mary is an angel
Watching over me
Watching over me

She knew life is meant for living
Love is better when it's shared
But she was torn and tangled by the past
And by the way she cared
Still she never asked for nothing
She always made it on her own
And I had judged her by her absence
Not by the seeds she'd sown

But she was loved by her neighbors
Loved by her friends
I knew how much she loved me
Way back then
There is so much left to say
So much left to see
Now Mary is an angel
Watching over me
Watching over me

All our days are numbered
All our lives take shape
The end will come to each of us
There'll be no escape

She was like a broken sparrow
In her hospital bed
She couldn't even hold my hand
But she heard the words I said
I told her that I loved her
And I missed all those years
I told her that we'd all be fine
And through a mist of tears

That she was loved by her neighbors
Loved by her friends
She knew how much I loved her
In the end
There is so much left to say
So much left to see
Now my mother is an angel
Watching over me
Watching over me

 

Words and Music written by Greg Murat©1999
Publishing rights Spare Change Music (BMI)
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