Hiding books in walls Sitting back to trees Painting on her fingers Family names and river leaves If it was the morning The yolk was in the spoon Mary died a lover Hope to God that we will too And if it was the baby Lost at seven weeks Nothing for the memory But the blood across the sheet No one knew the reasons No one knew the rule Mary died a lover Hope to God that we will too I walked down with you love With the cold packs and drugs When the old house got tore down And the dead dog dug up We were looking for something We could hold dear I don't know what it was Bur I know we're here I know I know we're not done I know we're not done She was a river crosser feather flocker Holy rider fire walker Don't be stupid don't be lazy Hang on tight now you're my baby Wake up in the morning and that's all it is Wake up in the morning that's all it is Wake up in the morning that's all it is Wake up in the morning So if it was the mornings We didn't feel afraid Picking through the garden For the kitchen sill bouquet Light across the table Ghosts in every room Mary died a lover Hope to God that we will too