There was a girl named young Mary
Her heart was bold and her mind was free
She went to gather poppies red
Oh far away from her fathers shed
“Oh how I whish to love!”
She said to her self and the birds above
“Oh how I whish to know
If I’d follow my heart where would I go?”
Through the woods and through the fields
She went, she went with tired feet
She found some rest by a willow tree
“Oh that is where my heart will be”
She heard a whisper from behind
And on her shoulder hands so kind
“Oh my dear young Mary”
Said the young man all in green
“May I take you to my land?
Oh far away from all mankind
Poppis beauty you’ve ever seen
And all you longed for in you dreams”
Now if you pass a willow tree
Will you think of young Mary?
Her heart wos bold, her mind was free
And since that day she’s never more seen