Mary stands at the window
Lifts the blind to the morn
Candle for a devotion
Eyes her dusty pearls once more
Winds her way to the bookshop
Past the bars, raising her hem
Sideways glance at the steeple
She's a queen of the pages
As she lays her body down, to a world of rare delight
Only dreams will show her now, holy loneliness divine
Mmmm
Father's left her his pension
Taught her well of men's guile
She stands aloof and alone
Sees the gray for the first time
As she lays her body down, to a world of rare delight
Only dreams will show her now, holy loneliness divine
Mmmm
And the years they pass
Floating by under the ice
Silence wears a warm embrace
For bookshop Mary
As she lays her body down to a world of rare delight
Only dreams will show her now, holy loneliness
As she lays her body down to a world of rare delight
Only dreams will show her now, holy loneliness divine
Mmmm divine, mmmm divine, mmmm