Trade-offs Lyrics - Singles - Barrett Dave

Mary, Mary, quite contrary 

Where's your white wine, silver, and gold 

Is it locked now in your mansion 

Having pity on the eye's of the poor 

Now in weary halls of the cathedral 

Mary tries to pray for her soul 

She doesn't know the price of her penance 

She find's herself now very old 

And she goes 

Oh baby, just one more time 

Will you please give me 

Some piece of mine 

In the moonlight, in the moonlight 

In the room with barred up windows 

Mary tries to count her gold 

She doesn't know the price 

Of her wealth now 

She finds herself, very old 

And she goes 

Mary, Mary where have you gone too 

Where's your white wine, silver and gold 

Is it locked now in your mansion 

Having pity on your soul.