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