Mary

Sarah McLachlan

Mary walks down to the water's edge 
And there she hangs her head 
To find herself faded 
A shadow of what she once was 
She says "How long have I been sleeping 
and why do I feel so old 
why do I feel so cold 
my heart is saying one thing 
but my body won't let go." 
With trembling hands she reaches up 
A stranger's flesh is offered 
And I would be the last to know 
I would be the last to let it show 
And I would be the last to go 
Take her hand 
She will lead you through the fire 
Give you back hope 
And hope that you don't take too much 
Respecting what is left 
She cradled us 
She held us in her arms 
Unselfish in her suffering 
She could not understand 
That no one seemed to have the time 
To cherish what is offered 
And I would be the last to know 
And I would be the last to let it show 
And I would be the last to go... 
Mary walks...