Oh Poor Sweet Mary (Song of an Adirondack Ghost)

ong: Oh Poor Sweet Mary
Lyrics: Aaron J Weaver
Music: AI

Lyrics
Let me tell a tale,
Of a beautiful gal,
On Elm Lake she did tarry.
In the mountains so great,
On Rhinelander Estate,
Is the lore of poor sweet Mary.
Oh, poor sweet Mary.
With jealousy inside,
Phillip did hide,
His wife the lovely Mary.
Letters she'd send,
To her family and friends,
Phillip burnt them in fiery.
Oh, poor sweet Mary.
Letters she'd hide,
With a peddler abide,
He disappeared from memory.
Her washerwoman tried,
In the lake she died,
Who will help poor sweet Mary?
Oh. poor sweet Mary.
Gave Phillip a son,
Then a daughter did come,
But her body became weary.
Months after gave birth,
Mary left this earth,
Yet her ghost still does carry.
Oh, poor sweet Mary.
Ruins all that's left,
And a sense of unrest,
In a hunted forest of beauty.
If you listen real close,
You can hear her sad ghost,
Of the lonely poor sweet Mary.