David Berkeley - Marie

In a wounded town when the winds won't blow
cnd 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 winds won't change and the stars won't glow
there's a lonely girl and her dress is torn
and a baby knows when her mother mourns

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

c wounded town and the hill below
Rain won't fall and the wind won't blow
When a village turns into walls and woes
cnd 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

cnd the old church roof caved in long ago
but the bell still rings, so sad and slow
When a body burns into smoke and soul
No, a father's hands can't patch that hole
c father's hands can't patch this hole

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

Written by:
Richard Penniman, Albert Collins

Publisher:
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find