Fields of green by the side of the road

Going down in Mary's land

Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove

Hit the palm of your outstretched hand

Radio's playing a tune from the country

Fiddle and an old time band

Race with the moon to the edge of the water

Down in Mary's land

Down in Mary's land



East of Virginia where the bay meets a river

Down in Mary's land

The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover

Whose heart can't understand

How you ever could leave

The view you behold

Ain't it fine and ain't life grand

When you don't need nothing

But some beer and a bushel

Down in Mary's land



Gonna sleep with the stars

And a slice of the moon

Hanging right above my bed

Gonna dream not of things

That I've left behind

But those I've found instead

Down in Mary's land



Radio's playing a tune from the country

Fiddle and an old time band

Race with the moon to the edge of the water

Down in Mary's land



Gonna sleep with the stars

And a slice of the moon

Hanging right above my bed

Gonna dream not of things

That I've left behind

But those I've found instead

Down in Mary's land