What’s got you so down?
The sunlight is throbbing
And all around town
The people are staring
Up into the sky.
And here you are moping.
I wish I knew why.
“The evening is lovely
It’s just as you said,
Young mothers are sending
Young children to bed
And reading them stories
And telling them rhymes.
And fathers are helping; its
Just like old times;
The sheeps in the meadow,
The cows in the corn
And everything’s happy
But I am forlorn.
You promised you’d love me
Sweet Mary, my life,
But you’ve proven contrary
And won’t be my wife.”
Oh, is that all it is
That’s made the boy blue?
You’re sad just because
I mentioned we’re through?
I feared it was something
Specific to you.
If you want to feel better,
Give this a try:
Go get your bugle
And play to sky,
Forget that you love me
And keep your eyes dry.
Get lost in the music
Of the sun, going down,
Till some other Mary
Whose heart is more true
(We’ve so man Marys,
One’s bound to come through)
Comes to your rescue
For a moment or two.
And you’ll be so happy
With your new love,
You’ll coo and you’ll snuggle
Like two turtle doves.
Perhaps you’ll have children
And read them to sleep
And tell them of Marys
And little Bo Peeps—
Until the heart tires
Until one of you
Renounces your nevers
The way lovers do
And says your goodbyes
And wanders around
And stares at the sun
And the moon
Going down.
