| Sweet Marie |
|---|
| Marie |
| It’s hard to see you give |
| Yourself away |
| Like that |
| Even though |
| I’m one of those |
| Who chooses to take |
| No, it ain’t right |
| But what’s done is done |
| There will be no riots |
| In the streets |
| No one to scream |
| Your name |
| Cause you have always |
| Been there |
| And you will remain |
| Marie |
| Marie |
| The trees have stopped growing |
| And the water’s turning black |
| They might call it love |
| But they want you for something |
| You’ll eventually lack |
| I hear the sound |
| Of steel slowing steel |
| The platform comes in view |
| They’re taking you away |
| On that evening train |
| But there will be no riots |
| In the streets |
| No one to scream |
| Your name |
| Cause you have always |
| Been there |
| And you will remain |
| Marie |
| Oh, sweet Marie |
| Sweet Marie |
| Oooh |
| Sweet Marie |
| Sweet Marie |
