yet I dare not tell, Sweet Marie... Come to me, Sweet Marie, come to me Not because your face is fair, love to see But your soul so pure and sweet, Makes
Traduction: Neige, Hank. Sweet Marie.
to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl That I chanced to meet on the prairie T'was a night in June by the western moon That I met my charming Mary Her
old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Little stranger in a manger little stranger sweet and mild Mother Mary daddy Joseph watch o'er you their holy child Searching for you to adore you come
next week she'll be busy till then They know that she loves me but poor boys don't fit in their plans Goodbye true love goodbye my sweet Mary Ann The
