Oh, Sweet Mary

She was born in the thunder of a hurricane Driven by an angry moon With the blood in her eyes As she rolled out on the bay Going straight for the heart, never turning to say Will it self-destruct too soon And fired all of her guns Across the line where we would lay It was the dark wind beauty of an autumn night In the cold New England rain That held us close by the shore Warm in each other's sight But as the tides must turn and the gulls take flight Lovers weep in vain And the storm clouds gather For a landfall at first light She was the red sky warning a November day Driven by an angry moon With the blood in her eyes As she rolled out on the bay Going straight for the heart, never turning to say Will it self-destruct too soon And fired all of her guns Across the line where we would lay And my life is blowing away And your life just gets in the way Seasons change And I must go away And oh, Sweet Mary Come to carry me home