Mary, Mary, Mary

Eén van de deelneemsters aan de Verlaat Verdriet-workshop van de afgelopen dagen, vertelt hoe ze keer op keer geraakt wordt door de song Mary van singer-songwriter Bertolf Lentink.
Bertolf is de schoonzoon van een vroeg overleden schoonmoeder, die hij alleen als foto in de vensterbank kent. Postuum vraag hij in de song zijn (schoon)moeder de hand van haar dochter.

Link en tekst

Thuisgekomen stuurt de deelneemster van de workshop me direct de link van de song toe.
Ik geef lied en tekst graag aan je door (ik hoop dat ik de tekst hier, op deze plek mag plaatsen!)

Mary

Too bad I never got to know you
I never got to check how much she’s like you
For all I know is the picture in the window
But I can’t even tell that your eyes are blue

She says that you might’ve liked me
And that we would’ve had something to talk about
I wanna take your little girl and make her happy
But how can I be sure that I’m allowed

So Mary, Mary, Mary
Let me ask you for your daughter’s hand
To marry, marry, marry me
Oh, could you make it rain if you understand

We visited your stone day after Christmas
We had to wipe the snow off to clearly see
And as she laid her head down on my shoulder

I saw all I know ‘bout you is her grief

So Mary, Mary, Mary
Let me ask you for your daughter’s hand
To marry, marry, marry me
Oh, could you make it rain if you understand

So Mary, Mary, Mary
Let me ask you for your daughter’s hand
To marry, marry, marry me
Oh, could you make it rain if you understand
Could you make it rain if you understand
Oh, could you make it rain
If you understand