MARY ON THE WIND
Here she comes again, riding on the wind
Parasol in hand, riding on the wind
She has magic in her carpetbag, enough to go around
There’ll be dancing on the rooftops when she comes to town.
Here she comes again, riding on the wind
She’s my long lost friend, riding on the wind
She brings me bits of colored chalk and dares me to imagine.
I draw it on the sidewalk, then we both jump in
Me and Mary on the wind
Here she comes again riding on the wind
Here she comes again riding on the wind
We have no way of knowing when she’ll just pop in,
Then the wind will change directions and she’s gone again.
She’s Mary on the wind.
c 2009 David Gohn