Mary Jane

There once was a woman I knew
I called her my sweet Mary Jane
she worked in the meadow most every day
and sometimes she walked in the rain
my loveable sweet Mary Jane

She had such beautiful hair
shining like gold in the air
and just like an angel she came from the sky
to rescue my body and soul
to lead me upstream at my goal

Up in the hills and down in the mines
we used to go by blueprinted lines
your hand in mine you leading the way
every day my sweet Mary Jane

Then one day when I wasn´t home
walking the desert alone
I suddenly felt that you stood by my side
whispering close to my brain
remember your sweet Mary Jane

Up in the hills…