Old wise Mary dropped the drinks on the table
in cold january,wearin' plain simple sables
"I'm mournin' for you,my son,you're ways have to end
my prayers were long and my tears are all spent"
She was not mean to me 
she was not unkind to me
she was only pointin' out the facts

"Your mind's eye in Eden and your hands in the gutter
you quote from one Book and you live by another
I saw you standin' there while brave Stephen got stoned
you painted a smile,but you felt quite alone"

She was not mean to me
she was not unkind to me
she was only pointin' out the facts

And scan my soul,scan my soul
and when you do it
scan my soul,scan my soul
do it good