I'm sure that we've been lower
But I can't remember when
As the chilly winds in the distance
Are blowin once again
Through our lives
The vice of fire
Sharp as knives
Are your words that I finally believe
But I need some of your time before you leave
Let me memorize you
Every tiny imperfection in that face
I'll always love
Let me memorize you
Knowin it's the last tinme
That I'll lay these eyes on you
Let me memorize you
The arugments are empty
Debated to a draw
Analyzed forever
To find some fatal flaw
That would show
We could see it
Mary of Argyle
I have heard the Mavis singing
his love song to the moon
I have seen the dewdrop clinging
to the rose just nearly born
But a sweeter song has cheer'd me
at the evening's gentle close
And I've seen an eye still brighter
than the dewdrop on the rose
'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,
and thine artless winning smile
That made this world an Eden,
Bonie Mary of Argyle
Tho' thy voice may lose its sweetness,
thine eye it's brightness too
Tho' thy step may lack its fleetness
and thy hair it's sunny hue
Still to me wilt thou be dearer
than all the world shall own
I have loved thee for thy beauty,
but not for that alone
I have watched thy heart, dear Mary
and its goodness was the wile
That has made thee mine forever,
Bonnie Mary of Argyle