Текст песни Down In Mary's Land - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Fields of green by the side of the road going down to Mary's land
Roll down the window, feel the cool of a grove
Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
Radio's playing a tune from the country,fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge of the water
Down in Mary's land,down in Mary's land

East of Virginia where the bay meets a river
Down in Mary's land
The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover whose heart can't understand
How you ever could leave the view you behold,ain't it fine and ain't life grand
When you don't need nothing but some beer and a bushel
Down in Mary's land

Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon hanging right above my bed
Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind
But those I've found instead
Down in Mary's land

Radio's playing a tune from the country fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge of the water
Down in Mary's land

Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon hanging right above my bed
Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind
But those I've found instead
Down in Mary's land