So long, Mary..

"Come over to the window, my little darling,
Id like to try to read you palm
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy
Before I let you take me home.

We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark.

Well, you know that I love to live with you,
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angels
And then the angels forget to pray for us."