David Berkeley

Marie Lyrics

A wounded town, where the winds won't blow*

The rain won't fall, but the clouds won't go

There's a fallen man hears a minor tune

There's an empty bed in an empty room

With the shudders closed and the fire low

The rains won't fall, but the stars won't glow

There's a lonely girl, and her dress is torn

A baby knows when her mother mourns

Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart

Oh Marie, it's not like me

A wounded town and the hill below

Rains won't fall, but the winds won't blow

Cause when a village turns into walls and woes

And a father's hands can't patch the holes

Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart

Oh Marie, it's not like me

The old church roof caved in long ago

But its bell still rings, so sad and slow

Cause when a body burns into smoke and soul

And a father's hands can't patch these holes

No a father's hands can't patch these holes

Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart

Oh Marie, it's not like me

Oh Marie, it's not like me to fall apart

Oh Marie, it's not like me

Oh Marie, it's not like me