Mary walks 
down to the water's edge 
and there she hangs her head 
to find herself faded 
a shadow of what she once was 
She said 'How long have I been sleeping 
and why do I feel so old 
why do I feel so cold 
my heart is saying one thing but my body won't let go' 
With trembling hands she reaches up 
a stranger's flesh is offered 
and I would be the last to know 
I would be the last the let it show 
I would be the last to go 

Take her hand 
she will lead you through the fire 
give you back hope 
and hope that you won't take too much 
respecting what is left 
she cradled us 
she held us in her arms 
unselfish in her suffering she could not understand 
that no one seemed to have the time 
to cherish what was given 
and I would be the last to know 
and I would be the last to let it show 
I would be the last to go... 
Mary walks...