If My Mary Were Here — текст песни (Harry Chapin)

I would not be so stoned
If my Mary were here
I don`t think I`d have phoned you
If my Mary were here
I`m a sad sack Sir Galahad
Who`s sword`s around his knees
With a Grail no longer holy
And a prayer that`s saying - please
I would not be alone
If my Mary were here
But she took off
And Lord I`m lost.


I don`t think I`d be drinking
If my Mary were here
And I know what I`d be thinking
If my Mary were here
We`d be wrapping up a blanket
Full of cheddar cheese and wine
Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind
And we`d picnic out in Lincoln Park
If Mary were here
But she split
So I got lit


I`m sorry that I called you
In the middle of the night
But you`re the one who listens
When I need a little light
I know we haven`t talked
Since I dropped you in the dirt
I know you`re not my lady now
But Baby, how I hurt.


(I could whistle up an old tune
That your memory might recall
Rustle up some reminisce
`Bout the good old days and all
If I were seeking someone else
I could find a way to hide
But I`m pleading like a pauper, Babe
And it leaves no place for pride)


I would toss away my troubles
When my Mary was here
But now I`m lost inside the ruble
Cause my Mary`s not here
So could I come on over
With my heart in my hands
And place it on your pillow
Like a rusty old tin can
I`m drunk and seeing double
And my Mary`s not here
Once again
Be the friend
That you`ve been
And take me in.


Please take me in.