Mary Grows Old - Ooberman

Sitting in a dark Victorian café

Silent in the bustle and the smoke

Stirring all the faces in the coffee

Memories of the love she used to know

Laughter of the children that she cared for

Underneath a willow in the haze

Jumping in the puddles in a rainstorm

'Til in comes blowing the wind of change

All of them have grown and moved away now

Losing every child she's ever known

Still despite the pain she's not regretful

She loved every one just like her own

Out into the bright and the hopeful future

She opened her umbrella to the sky

If life and precious time is gone so quickly

Find love in every day before you die

Love in every day before you die