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”