Mary Jane Lyric Book
Version 1
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The Gates of Silent Memory<=
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She Moved Thro’ the Fair<=
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Journey
Helios
Mahadev
Spiral
Hazy Days
Hazy days and sunny ways life=
’s
so fine in my mind
Eastern sounds fill our air there’s laughter
everywhere
Chorus:
Ever heard of Mary Jane
It keeps you sane or maybe insane
Mary Jane
Catch the sweet perfumed air rising in the gentle
glow
Join us here amongst the flowers in love sugary f=
air
Young and free, dreams are what we make of them
Happiness is here to stay with a little help from
Mary Jane
Repeat first verse.
©Mary Jane
Stars light the evening sky
While the forest sleeps
The aeons pass, with little changing
But or time will soon be gone
Chorus:
Oh well we’re almost there
Sing with joy for the day
Look towards a new tomorrow
Where times lies and dreams
Shining silver veils of morning mist
Cover the waking land
Timeless beauty
Since the world was new and young
Chorus
Repeat first verse
Chorus and instrumental to fad=
e.
©Mary Jane
Oh will you come with me my love
Far countries for to see
Or will you stay to sleep my love
Under the broad leaved tree
Oh do you love my hair so red
Will you clasp my breast so f=
air
Or will you stay and tarry
Live without a care
Oh your eyes are like the
Your cheek glows like the sun
Will it be with me you’ll walk
When the day is done
Repeat fist verse
©Mary Jane
I got the Mary Jane blues
I got the Mary Jane blues
Spend days smoking and tomorrow too
I’ve got the Mary Jane blues and I don̵=
7;t
know what to do
Well I could get myself some beer or maybe some w=
ine
It’ll make me feel just fine
But I’m a smoker; I like toking
all the time
I’ve got the Mary Jane blues and I don̵=
7;t
know what to do
I know what to do now I can see
Gonna
go out and get some LSD
I’m going to free my mind
See what I can see
LSD, I think that’s the one for me
©Mary Jane
One morning fair I took the air
Down by blackwaterside
Was in gazing all around me
The Irish lad I spied
All through the fore part of the night
We lay in sport and play
Till that young man arose
And forgathered his clothes
Saying fairthewell to=
day
That’s not the promise that you gave to me<= o:p>
When you lay on my breast
You could make me believe
With you lying tongue
That the sun rose I the west
There’s not a girl in this whole wide world=
As easily led as I
For the fished will fly
And the blue sees run dry
Ere you will marry I
I’ll then go home
To my father’s garden
Go home and weep my fill
And think misfortune
That you brought with you wanton will
(Trad)
In my garden
Where the plants do grow so high
The sun is shining
The smell is so sweet
I’m so happy I think that I could die
Chorus:
In my garden
In my garden
In my garden
Where the flowers do bend low
The clouds are golden
The colours so bright
I’m so stoned
I think that I could fly
Chorus:
In my garden
Where the shrooms the=
y do
appear
The rain is falling
Thunder everywhere
Filled with love
I know that I can fly
Chorus repeat to fade
©Mary Jane
Narrow streets and bright bazaars
Teeming with all kinds of life
I sit and watch with glee
Tiny people star back at me
Chorus:
Someone tell me what’s going on
When the sun is shining I am there
Let me breathe in the empty air
And please send me home
(La’s etc back into main riff)
Neon pictures everywhere
Crowding out all signs of night
Not a star for miles afar
But bright scenes of revelry
Chorus:
These are pictures of happy times
Pretty people everywhere
Without all this to drain my time
I could build my wilderness
Chorus:
©Mary Jane
Glasgerion
was a fine harper
He could play the bark from off the tree
He is played in the castle hall
And played them all asleep
But wide awake was the young countess
For love she stopped her gentle sleep
Come with me at the break of dawn
And lay with me till
He trode up to his se=
rvant
mane
Saying wake me John before first light
The countess bids me join her then
And lie down by her side
He has gone and the cocks have cowed
And Glasgerion lies f=
ast
asleep
And John’s gone off to the fair countess
The appointment for the keep
Tangled is your yellow hair
And changed this evening is your cheek
I want to feel your harper&#=
8217;s
hands
Join my fair company
He ran down to his master’s house
As fast as any horse could run
He has shook Glasgerion
awake
At the first of the morning sun
Glasgerion
rode to the young countess
And tapped so gently at the door
What means you back again says she
How come you back once more
Is it that you have left behi=
nd
A silken scarf or leather glove
Or are you back again so soon
To taste more of my love
Glasgerion
swore a bloody oath
By oak and ash and bitter thorn
I was never near the house
From the time that I was born
It must have been your servant man
Who has so cruelly deceived m=
e
And woe that the blood of the ruffian lad should =
grow
in my body
Glasgerion
trode back to his own house
Says John me lad come here to me
And he has hanged that ruffian boy
As high as the willow tree
Repeat first verse
(Trad)
End comes when the will is found
The objects that haunt me are just shadows of sha=
dows
In the play of love our lord and lady celebrate
Pain will be pleasure, ecstasy child of sorrow
Grace be unto our lady
Existence is pure joy
Blessing and worship to the least
The Prophet of the lovely star
End refrain:
End to war
End to knowledge
End to self
Sin is restriction
©Mary Jane
Where Lagan Stream sings lullaby
There blooms a lily fair
The twilight gleam in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love sick Leanon-=
sidhe
She hath my heart in thrall
No life I owe, nor liberty
For love is lord of all
Her father sails a running barge
Twixt Lamh-beag and T=
he Druim
And on the lonely river-marg=
e
She elears his hearth=
for
him
When she was only fairy-high
Her gentle mother died
But dew-Love keeps her memory
Green on the Lagan-side
And oft-times, when the beetle’s horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steel unto her sheiling lorn
And thro’ the dooring<=
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peep
There on the crickets’ singing-stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of heart’s-desire
Her welcome, like her love for me
Is from her heart within
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin