All the hard-drinking stiffs Are asleep on their cots And fog's in barrels on Totten Pond Road And the sots who remain Strike matches and crane Cause they can't make their way in the dark
It's a hard parlor game Playing miscues and pratfalls for laughs From sad sacks and fairweather friends You don't have to catch on Lay it out and be gone There's a calm's been a long time coming
Mary oh Mary go find the light Take a hit from your whiskey and stumble inside
It's a tune from your childhood and a soft yellow moon And the firelight is just right for dancing
Like the cruel April air Plays muse to the hopeless And the storms coax sunflowers from mossy old hills May this song find you there In your embroidered chair With your afghan and warm Darjeeling
Mary oh Mary go find the light Take a hit from your whiskey and stumble inside It's a tune from your childhood and a soft yellow moon And the firelight is just right for dancing And the firelight is just right for dancing