Gone
wrong with
Mary?
I hear them say
Mary's not the
Mary of yesterday
She's gone to change in her hair
And she laughs and she cries
And her life seems to be
Such a worried and jumbled affair
Well, I have talked to
Mary, I've searched her eyes
And if you ask of
Mary, I'll tell you why
It's
Mary's time to run
Through the mad, through the sane,
through the joy and the pain
Till she finds her place in the sun
For young birds flying early spring
They learn new songs to sing
And each song they know
Can help them to grow
Mary questions everything
She's ever known before
And warn her as we may
She just won't listen anymore
But let her find her way
And soon will come a glorious day
When everything's been sorted through
The streets will be reported
All the people congregate
To feel the love within her heart
And to listen to the music in her mind
Young birds fly in early spring
They learn new songs to sing
Young birds fly in early spring
Oh, young birds flying early spring,
they learn new songs to sing, young birds flying early spring.
Oh, the are smiling at me
Oh, the monsters are
smiling at me
Someday, I'm gonna fly away, fly,
I'm gonna fly, fly away
Oh
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.