He said
"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"
 [bad word] with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row"
My answer was laughter soft as I lowered my head
*you're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead
Resetting as I was, with blossoms in full bloom
Never a chance to pause with magic to consume
shadow walked behind me offering his hand
But couldn't understand
He said
"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"
 [bad word] with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row"
My answer was laughter soft as I lowered my head
*you're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead

Scattering petals down the road without an end
Left on the battleground for one I called my friend
Maybe he loved me as he took me by the hand
And tried to understand
I said 
"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"
"stay with me, I can't see anywhere that we could go"
Their answer was laughter as darkness swallowed them up
*One more time, I'll be fine, sometimes kindness is enough
"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"
"don't leave me, please don't be the seventh maid in a row"
My answer a whisper soft as he lowered his head
*set them free, I'm sorry, this flower's already dead