Old Mary,
Contrary,
To what everyone else thought you should be.
Old Mary,
So lonely;
You're locked up heart looked for love,
But never found the man with the key.
Sometimes you'd tell yourself everything
Turned out just how God meant it to be,
And it didn't matter anyway,
For you were too old to keep looking for fish in the sea.
But sitting broken on the shelf,
Did you ever believe yourself,
Or did you keep hoping that someday God,
Would send you company?
Old Mary,
Old Mary.
You sit lonely on your porch,
Knitting things for the man next door.
He doesn't notice anything you do,
And you smile, glad you didn't marry him.
But sometimes, laying alone at night,
You wish he had married you.
Sometimes you tell yourself everything
Turned out just how God meant it to be,
And it didn't matter anyway,
For you were too old to keep looking for fish in the sea.
But sitting broken on the shelf,
Did you ever believe yourself,
Or did you keep hoping that someday God,
Would send you company?
Old Mary,
Old Mary.
You dream of the man coming to you,
And kneeling down on one knee;
You dream of a day someone looks at you,
And sees more than just Old Mary.
Sometimes you tell yourself everything
Turned out just how God meant it to be,
And it didn't matter anyway,
For you were too old to keep looking for fish in the sea.
But sitting broken on the shelf,
Did you ever believe yourself,
Or did you keep hoping that someday God
Would send you company?
Old Mary,
Old Mary.