Down In Mary's Land

Fields of green by the side of the road going down to Mary's land
 Roll down the window, feel the cool of a grove
 Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
 Radio's playing a tune from the country,fiddle and an old time band
 Race with the moon to the edge of the water
 Down in Mary's land,down in Mary's land
 East of Virginia where the bay meets a river
 Down in Mary's land
 The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover whose heart can't understand
 How you ever could leave the view you behold,ain't it fine and ain't life grand
 When you don't need nothing but some beer and a bushel
 Down in Mary's land
 Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon hanging right above my bed
 Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind
 But those I've found instead
 Down in Mary's land
 Radio's playing a tune from the country fiddle and an old time band
 Race with the moon to the edge of the water
 Down in Mary's land
 Gonna sleep with the stars and a slice of the moon hanging right above my bed
 Gonna dream not of things that I've left behind
 But those I've found instead
 Down in Mary's land