Porter Wagoner
I Haven't Seen Mary In Years

(Damon Black)

While walking one day in the country
I saw a gathering crowd
And as my footsteps threw me closer
I smell the sweet fragnance of flowers.

It looked like a family reunion
And my eyes not counted the tears
And the no man said by the graveside
I haven't seen Mary in years.

Hold my hand and leave me
Leave me away from here
I just brought these flowers for Mary
I haven't seen Mary in years.

When Mary and I were first married
We had such plans for our child
But for no reason I started rambling
And like four winds I just ran wild.

If I could just live my life over
I would bring Mary such cheer
Now she's gone where she'll never need me
I haven't seen Mary in years.

Hold my hand and leave me
Leave me away from here
I just brought these flowers for Mary
I haven't seen Mary in years.

Then the old man left the graveyard
And as I walk along by his side
When I called his name through all his shame
Why his son he didn't even rocognize.

Hold my hand and leave me
Leave me away from here
How could I know it was mama
I haven't seen mama in years.

How could I know it was mama
I haven't seen mama in years...


Mirror lyrics:

I haven't seen mama in years...
How could I know it was mama

I haven't seen mama in years.
How could I know it was mama
Leave me away from here
Hold my hand and leave me

Why his son he didn't even rocognize.
When I called his name through all his shame
And as I walk along by his side
Then the old man left the graveyard

I haven't seen Mary in years.
I just brought these flowers for Mary
Leave me away from here
Hold my hand and leave me

I haven't seen Mary in years.
Now she's gone where she'll never need me
I would bring Mary such cheer
If I could just live my life over

And like four winds I just ran wild.
But for no reason I started rambling
We had such plans for our child
When Mary and I were first married

I haven't seen Mary in years.
I just brought these flowers for Mary
Leave me away from here
Hold my hand and leave me

I haven't seen Mary in years.
And the no man said by the graveside
And my eyes not counted the tears
It looked like a family reunion

I smell the sweet fragnance of flowers.
And as my footsteps threw me closer
I saw a gathering crowd
While walking one day in the country

(Damon Black)


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